Pre Nap
Back in the mountains of Morelos! It’s so much quieter here. After lunch, Hubby fell asleep almost instantly. I think he was out before his head even touched the pillow. Neither the very few cars that go by every 15 minutes nor the single lawn guy working a few blocks away disturb his rest. I think my keyboard tapping and the birds chirping are the loudest sounds here. Ahhhhhhh. Much better. Time to recover again. I think I’ll join my napper.
Back in the mountains of Morelos! It’s so much quieter here. After lunch, Hubby fell asleep almost instantly. I think he was out before his head even touched the pillow. Neither the very few cars that go by every 15 minutes nor the single lawn guy working a few blocks away disturb his rest. I think my keyboard tapping and the birds chirping are the loudest sounds here. Ahhhhhhh. Much better. Time to recover again. I think I’ll join my napper.
Post nap
The contrast in family homes is so marked that it’s actually kind of funny. Here at my uncle’s home in Morelos, everything is calm, quiet and slow. Everyone roams about freely, gathering and separating at will. After the day’s work is done, there’s a lot of talking and do-nothing hanging out, what with the town closing down so early. And in a home full of morning people, bedtime comes relatively early. Long term, it could be challenge—especially for my hyper Hubby—, but as a restful haven it’s perfect!
Even work is restful here. About the only thing that disturbs the peace is Greta, the Scotch Terrier. I’d love a formula for figuring out how to get her to quit barking at the wildlife in between her own naps.
















