I'm fairly certain I haven't partaken in a regular nap schedule since I was a toddler. As a child on holiday in Spain my brother and I were forced to take 'siestas' during the day. I wasn't a fan and have clear memories of lying awake staring at the ceiling, resenting not being allowed to run around like a maniac.
But now a new dawn has broken and I find that, in California, I have rediscovered the joy of napping.
Napping is a rare luxury in our adult life. Largely due, I'm sure, to the fact we have full-time jobs which require us to be conscious from 0900 - 1800 most days.
But long periods of walking combined with big lunches have meant that, this week, napping has become inevitable. It started on Monday in San Francisco, where we fell asleep on the sofa after hours of exploring the city on foot. Come Tuesday we found ourselves in Santa Cruz. With tummies full of chowder and crab cakes, we sauntered along the pier, plonked ourselves on a bench and, with the sun on our faces, closed our eyes and sat motionless for a good 20 minutes.
Yesterday's nap took place on a beach in Carmel. After a few self-timer camera shots we lay on the warm sand knowing that we had no schedule to stick to. And that is such a relaxing feeling. Very conducive to napping, I must say. And you can guarantee there'll be another one happening today!