Early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy, but socially dead.
The Spaniard’s creed, adopted and adhered to with religious devotion. The people out on the streets at 5am – no, they aren’t just early risers greeting the sun with merry, sing-song slurs on their way to work. They’re walking home to sleep off the previous night’s gaiety. I mean, they’ve got a full five hours of sleep before they have to even get to work to open up shop at 10! And after a rough 4 hour workday, it’s time to lock up shop for a three hour “coffee” break at the nearest tapas bar, which is always flooded with people gulping down some sort of alcoholic beverage. Refreshed and slightly sedated, when the clock rolls back around to 5pm it’s time to open up shop again and finish out the day.
Sounds pretty good right? Yeah, unless you’re a tourist whose hourglass is slowly emptying as you pull up to the cathedral you’ve driven two hours to see only to realize that everything is closed…
I must be honest to you, this is one of the main frustrations I have found since I have been here. I mean, the whole siesta thing is great if you’ve got a bed or a bench or something relatively clean to lay down on while everyone else is pretty much doing the same thing, but when you want to see everything and the entire city shuts down for a large chunk of the day, it starts wearing on you. The 15th century buildings and shops and museums are amazing to walk around when they are closed – but oh, to just be able to go inside! But enough talk of this….how quick come the reasons of approving what we are used to.
I’m dressing up for both. Just sayin’