Meanwhile, Somewhere In Spain It’s Finally Siesta Time
Saturday, 13th November 2010. Marbella.
T and O fly back to Stavanger, and it’s finally siesta time in Spain again.
I sleep for eight hours straight and wake up in exactly the same position as I fell asleep. My upper body feels stiff, and inside my head my subconsciousness is merrily humming the Julepule-song.
I smoke Montecristos and drink reservas and eat chorizo and Iberia ham and slowly read Frank Lande’s debut novel “Frank Lande” on the porch, and it’s probably the best bokmåls-novel I’ve read in years and gradually my pale-blue complexion is turning tan.