On Vacation Sleep
In the middle of France, beneath ancient oak trees, I sleep like never before. Well, that’s not accurate. I slept this hard last year at the Tuscan yoga retreat.
I’m not sure why I sleep so incredibly hard and deep on vacation. I guess it’s because I have no responsibilities beyond feeding myself. I have no child to get up. No job to go to. No groceries to shop for. I’m like a baby. Someone else takes care of me, so all I need to do is get ample rest.
I even skipped my beloved yoga this morning in favor of an extra hour and a half of shut eye!