This seaside town has lulled me into a pretty pleasant and manageable daily routine. I thought I'd share it with you- it goes something like this:
8:00 am to 9:00 am - slowly wake up, spending a good hour or so in that zone between asleep and awake, where you're not sure if you're still dreaming. I usually convince myself that I am, and curl up for a bit more sleep.
10:00 am (ish) - actually wake up, and discover my hand is inside an empty paper bag on the pillow next to me. Think to myself "That's strange" Crank up the laptop and do a bit of work on my journal.
11:00 am (ish) - get out of bed, admire the perfect day outside, and enjoy a warm shower downstairs. Walk to my favourite cafe for a cheese omelette and a bowl of olives, and sit there sipping coffee and trying to look cool.
12:30/ 1:00 pm - internet cafe actually opens.
4:00 pm - drag myself away from the internet cafe, having trawled my way through the best part of a hundred emails, still determined to reply to every one. Buy a kilogram of Moroccan sweets on my way back to my favourite cafe, where I sip coffee and eat toast, and decompress from four hours of staring at a computer screen. Watch the world go by for a while, trying to look cool, still.
6:00 pm (ish) - return to my rooftop room. Spread out the 200 page draft on my bed and begin the process of updating the changes onto my computer.
beer o'clock - make a quick trip to the liquor store nextdoor (fancy my hotel being right nextdoor to the only liquor store in town) for a cold can of Flag Speciale beer to wash down the Moroccan sweets while I'm working.
sometime before dawn - fall asleep with half a bag of Moroccan sweets next to me on the bed.