'The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time' Bertrand Russell
Today was a proper rest day, a proper Sunday of a day for me. I am not ashamed to say I have done absolutely sod all. And I feel no guilt for it.
Yesterday when I got here I was feeling sick, and that carried on throughout the evening. I carried on doing the normal sightseeing and that.... I got lost in the streets and went up the church tower. It is a sign though when you climb a tower and see stars and I don't mean the stars in the sky. A hasty retreat back to the haven of the hotel was made.
After a good nights sleep I went down to breakie, and spent a good hour enjoying my coffee and toast, reading the news online. Then back to bed to catch up on more online gossip and fix an upcoming days route that had been bugging me. At about 1 I managed to emerge from the hotel in search of food..there are a number of Michelin recommended places here so I went to find one...a late birthday treat. I didn't realise that it was time for the parade of dancing children, sombre adults and a saint. But this meant no one in the restaurants so good service for me! Few glasses of wine later and then back to bed and catching up with some friends online.
All in all a very tough day! Its a small town so I saw most of it wondering about yesterday. The only time I felt a little ping that perhaps I should do something when I saw a group of cyclists returning from a trip up the mountain. But even then thats something for tomorrow if I am better.
Back to learning Spanish using the local news channel for me now...