Jet lag strikes again

I can’t believe I did it! Poor G.

I woke up this morning about 7:30 after a good 5 hours of sleep. That was only a few hours after a 2-hour nap, so I was pretty wide awake. G got up shortly thereafter and headed off to work. He was going to be back a little after 2:00 pm and I told him I’d make sure I was back from wherever I went to open the door for him, since I was going to have the keys.

I went back to the bed to turn off the computer and lay down for a minute to organize my morning. Grocery shopping first or breakfast, then the bank, La Mallorquina, and grocery shopping? One minute I was mentally going over my shopping list and the next thing I knew I was waking up. “Wow,” I thought. “I actually fell asleep! I wonder how long I was sleeping. Maybe an hour?” When I looked at the clock, though, it was 2:45—SIX hours later!

Horrified, I leapt out of bed and called G’s phone, leaving a stuttering message of apology on his voice mail. A minute or 2 later he rang the intercom for me to buzz him up; apparently he'd been sitting on a nearby bench with the groceries he’d bought for lunch, waiting for me to return, since he figured I’d gone somewhere and wasn’t back yet. Sweetheart that he is, he came up and fixed us lunch—completely unperturbed—before returning to work.

I can’t believe I did that! I'm not sure I've ever slept that much in a 24-hour period. Well, I’m certainly well rested now.

This evening we spent some time debating the pros and cons of possible weekend travel destinations. We were initially thinking Ávila (with its complete medieval walls and Romanesque and Gothic churches), but eventually decided on San Sebastián. He wanted to try to fit in Santander, too, where a friend of his lives, but decided we just can’t reasonably do it. So, Northern Spain, beaches, and pintxos*, it is. [*pronounced peen’ choz; basically Basque for small plates/snacks/tapas]

Weather was sunny today with a few wispy clouds and 60 degrees. Quite nice. Supposed to be low 70’s tomorrow and the same up in San Sebastián this weekend. Big improvement over the day of my arrival, but the locals were still bundled up in winter coats. Of course, these same people will be functional in August, perhaps mildly complaining about the heat, while I would be useless...melting...eventually simply a greasespot on some sidewalk.

So, tomorrow I’m going to try again to get to La Mallorquina for that napolitana de chocolate.