Day 2

Early to bed, early to rise.  That's the creed we live by on the farm.  Awake and refreshed from a good night's slumber we check the clock to see just how long we would have to wait until shops started to open for the day.  2:30 p.m.?  Could this possibly be correct?  A second and third check of multiple timepieces confirmed the diagnosis.  Who the hell sleeps for 14 hours straight?  I will tell you who, 15 year old boys crashing after an all nighter hopped up on Red Bull and the latest itteration of the HALO franchise and as it turned out . . . my family.  Awake, albeit somewhat disoriented given our revelation as to the hour, we knew only one thing . . . we were hungry.  You see, a quick walk around the block confirmed that there is a slight problem with sleeping this late on a Sunday.  Everything is closed.  If it was open at all, which most things are not, it would have been open early in the morning.  Abandoning hope for any chow within walking distance of the hotel we piled back into our trusty compact and hit the streets.

What seemed charming in the sleep deprived melaise of the night prior was now absolutely terrifying.  Driving seems to be a mix between F1 racing and Mario Kart.  As luck would have it, a quick spin out to the location of our newly reserved rental house ran us by and open bakery where we bought nearly everything they had left in inventory.  This one meal would have to do for the day.  Taking the long way home to see the sights, let us reflect on the prior day's events.  Feeling proud that we had yet to be beaten we decided not to push our luck and headed back to the hotel for more sleep.

As it turned out, my luck had in fact run out.  Pulling back into the parking garage we found ourselves involved in a bit of an auto accident.  Pulling into spot 39 (our spot), I kissed the wall of the parking garage with my front bumper.  Perhaps that is what I get for pulling through a dimly lit parking garage in Ray Ban sunglasses with an attitude that would make Jason Bourne proud.  The wife was less than impressed.  Back to bed.  Couldn't sleep.  Was it the auto accident or just the result of a lifetime worth of sleep the night before?  Either way, there would be no rest this night.