Siestas

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Those of us who are FIREd know that there is nothing like an afternoon nap. But if we weren't retired, would it still be enjoyable? I've never understood how it actually plays out---just that in some Spanish-speaking countries, there is a midafternoon break and then people resume work, working late and then having dinner late. I recently read a book that mentioned siestas in India of all places---in Goa, because it had been a Portuguese colony and the custom is still holding. They described businesses (at least stores) closing from 12 to 5.

I can't imagine waking up early to get to work around 8, working until 12, having a 5 hour break, and then returning to work until about 9 and then having dinner! I thought school bus drivers had it bad with their split shifts, but at least they are done way before 6 p.m.

When I worked, I was so into it and had so much to do that I didn't take even an hour long lunch break. I just worked through lunch, nibbling stuff at my desk, so I could get my work done at a reasonable hour. It didn't seem relaxing to me to fight the lunchhour traffic and deal with crowded restaurants or stores (not to mention that daily eating out and shopping wasn't part of the plan leading to FIRE at 52). I can't see how people could enjoy several hours off knowing they still weren't done with work for the day.

I wonder if people who live in countries where workers take siestas have a different attitude toward work. I wonder if they are more or less apt to FIRE (or to want to FIRe). Puzzling...
 
I worked in the car biz most of my life so most days I worked 9 to 9 and no time for a siesta.

Slept till 10:45 this morning now that I'm retired. I don't nap in the afternoon because I never did because of my job. Also I sleep so late I'm not tired in the afternoon.
 
I worked 12 hr shift work for 25 years, 4 on 4 off, nights to days every 8 days. Major Bummer. I still do not sleep normally. To Sleep when you are sleepy and be awake when you are awake, no stress to sleep because you have to get up at 4:45 am to get to work.........HEAVEN ......A nap in the afternoon when my body decides it is on night shift is the greatest luxury of ER!
 
I experienced this when visiting SIL in Canary Islands. You're right, it's crazy. I did not like it.
 
Now that I'm ER'd I sometimes siesta in the afternoon. Especially in the summer when it's hot out I'll climb into the lazyboy for a few hours to read the newspaper, watch a TV show, and catch about an hour snooze. Now that it's cooler out I don't siesta as often or as long.....maybe once or twice a week for about an hour or so.

If I was still w*rking I definitely wouldn't siesta.....I'd want to get my [-]sentence served[/-] 8 hours in and get the heck outta there!!!
 
The best sleep I get is watching Sunday afternoon golf on TV..learned it from my father. :D
 
I'm afraid to nap; it used to mess up my sleep cycles and trigger migraines.
 
From what I've come to know of Italy, the concept of FIRE is non-existent; either one is of a rich caste (in which case one's time is one's own and always has been) or one works within the traditional scheme of pay and hours culminating in a small pension like SS.

The "siesta" period is in effect here, though it may have experienced inroads in the North. (We are in the central region.). 99% of stores here do close for lunch at around 1:00 and re-open at 4:00-5:00 (to then stay open until 7:00-8:00). I'm not sure how many people actually sleep at all, but there is a period of "rest". I also don't know how they physically cope in a city like Barcelona that goes all night. When I was a younger student in Italy there was almost a second "siesta" from after dinner until the time when young folks would start going out to the discotheques (no earlier than midnight!).

It requires adjustment because one can never "pop out" for a missing lunch or supper ingredient "fuori orario". OTOH it perpetuates a strong home/family bond by assuming workers/students will go home for lunch and supper. The hours may shift depending on the season; in summer the afternoon shift is somewhat later, which makes sense especially in the South where the mid-day/early-afternoon heat is brutal. I think in places like Spain, Sicily, or the OP's India/Goa.. it's hard to imagine carrying out any real work -even not that physically taxing- in the temperatures they experience 12-5pm much of the year. It's not an all-air-conditioned world.

I grew up in the US walking home for lunch from school and returning, through the 6th grade, and thought nothing of it; it was normal and I had a shock transitioning to the jr. high 20 min. periods (including arriving, perhaps buying lunch, finding a spot, eating, and departing).

Howver, it's hard to cancel out the intervening 30+ years of habituation to stores being open more-or-less continuously. It does help curtail consumption: no late-night runs to the Store 24 for Chunky Monkey; there's no such thing in our region as a Store 24, or even a 7-11. There was ONE all-night food store that we knew of in Rome (pop. 3 million or so?).

Outside the food shops, the most irritating I find to be the garden/home improvement stores which -not only aren't open on Sunday but- aren't even open (some of them) on Saturday!! ARg. Most all businesses take 2 days/week off, including supermarkets - Sunday plus one other weekday co-ordinated depending on the town gov. in its fascist/communist guise; in our town all food markets are closed also on Wed.)

I LOVE the sensation of initiating an afternoon nap, whether it's because the weather is sultry in the summer or brisk and cool in the fall. There's hell to pay, though, if I actually need to wake up and start thinking about making dinner an hour or two later. I feel all out of sorts: headache-y and clogged.

The lunch/siesta period here is either sacred or profane. Certain elements treat it as inviolate; others as the "guaranteed" time when someone will be home and thus available for contact. Workers may "pop round" at any time from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm. You can POINTEDLY ask them to call first, but they never will, yet they are always very cautious and reticent about actually physically entering the house for fear of disturbing someone. (The dog is barking madly, you've rung the loud buzzer.. and? now you tiptoe? "permesso?").

I remember last year a certain worker said -in all seriousness- when he noticed we were in the middle of eating lunch: "scusate per avervi tolto un' pezzo dell'anima" -- "I'm sorry to have taken a little piece of your soul" (meaning the sacred lunch period!!). It was quite touching. :)
 
Ladelfina - thanks for your post - very informative and entertaining. I'm going to ask my son how he's dealing with the Italian customs and the sacred lunch period during his school day!
 
Dan, I meant to post some more detailed/better recipes. I hope your son is having a blast! I'm sure he is coming up against some very interesting alimentary superstitions and habits (and also finding a few dynamite foodstuffs).

Is he going to an American/foreigner-oriented school or doing an 100% Italian immersion?

It's hard to "cool your heels" during the lunch (siesta) hours, anyway, even in a city center, since essentially all places other than restaurants will usually be closed aside from souvenir shops.

The 24-hour-store was along the Portuense road (not terribly far from EUR if absolutely necessary and you have access to a car). I think we bought Haägen-Dazs ice cream there (unknown/unavailable elsewhere) for some probably-ungodly sum. Significantly inside the Raccordo and next to one of the few Blockbuster video stores and what seemed to be a gym at the time. On the right-hand side of la Portuense heading toward the center. I'm realising these recollections are several years old.

One place that I haven't actually been to (but is world-renowned for what it offers) is a bakery in Campo dei Fiori- one of the few left that makes the real "pizza Romana", like what I described at Piazza dell'Orologio (which is not that far off and who knows if that's actually where they get the "pizza"/foccaccia-type bread for their excellent sandwiches?). It's called something basic like "Forno Campo dei Fiori" or "Antico Forno Campo dei Fiori".

Arrrgh.. I am dying here with the blah/flavorless Tuscan bread (rigorously without salt).
 
I came here from India when I was 10 and it was a hard adjustment because there was no nap in the afternoon and everyone ate so early!
In New Delhi, India we had the afternoons off...my family would go work in the morning at the family store and then come home in the afternoon for lunch and a snooze....they would all go back around 5 or 6 and then come back for dinner at 9:30/10:00 and we would all have dinner together.
I still (22 years later) am not a morning person, would love to crawl into bed at 1pm for a nap, and have dinner at 9 most nights. I guess the laid back pace in other areas doesn't make you feel like you are always rushing. People have time during the day to do their errands, rest, and visit with friends which leaves the weekends for just relaxing.
 
Dear Ladelfina,
He is at Dilit International - 10 minute walk east from Repubblica.
Taking Italian, Italian Lit (Dante, Petrarch) Art History, Seminar. He likes his Italian Profs - they are very passionate about their subjects.
Lots of field trips Florence, Cinque Tera, Pompei, Subiaco, etc
He lives out on Marconi west of the Tiber not far from Portuense.
I'll email him today about the bakery.

He likes to go to the flea market at Porta Portese on Sunday - bought a guitar and salivates over first issue albums from the 60s.

He is in love with Rome, Italy and the Italians. Alas for him, he leaves for Athens (by ferry) on the 27th to study there until Christmas. He vows to return.....
 
I can't imagine waking up early to get to work around 8, working until 12, having a 5 hour break,

I'm with you. A 5 hour nap/break seems counterproductive to me. Maybe that's why USA is consistently the most productive country in the world. Even though I am currently in a ER status, I seldom can find time to take a nap unless I have had a restless night and got only a few hours of sleep.
 
I really don't like it either, but..
Here it's work until 1:00.. then time to get home, prepare/have an hour+ lunch, then time, if you want, to take a nap, and then travel back for 4:00-4:30 usually. I think it's a habitual holdover from when most people went out to work in the nearby fields. Those were the hottest hours of the day, and at same time the mid-day meal was the heaviest to give you strength. With office work, A/C, and long job commutes it obviously makes less sense.
 
Ladelfina,
just got text message - son is up in Tuscany (Cortona) at the villa where Under The Tuscan Sun was written, just got through picking olives for 2 hours and is hanging out with Frances Mayes right now. Don't know how they came to be there but It sounds like she's putting them to work..are you up in that area?
 
well, it's not that far off, maybe 45 min.?

That Frances Mayes, boy.. what a racket. She's the last person who needs free labor if that's who they're helping. ;)
 
well, it's not that far off, maybe 45 min.?

That Frances Mayes, boy.. what a racket. She's the last person who needs free labor if that's who they're helping. ;)
What's her racket? Maybe she made them lunch!
 
Beh, dunno if you read her book, but to me there was an offensive and condescending consumerist tone wrapped up in her angst about picking JUST the right ceramic tile and JUST the right antique whatchamacallit. The Italians she came in contact with were just colorful "characters" populating her princess narrative: workers and people she buys things from. In the book you get a lot of bonus material, too, about her fabulous SF house!! Way too "Martha" (Stewart, not OUR Martha) for my taste. She's got a lotta dough and doesn't need low-cost immigrant labor. She seems to have a knack for getting men to be her slaves, though.. in the book her BF, companion, whatever, is a dogsbody.

The olive-picking racket brings to mind Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, and the fence.

This is just between you & me, though. Don't wanna burst your son's bubble. He'll figure out his own life lessons! :) :)

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I've read a lot of these ex-pat-in-Italy books. I CAN recommend "Extra Virgin" and Tim Parks' "Italian Neighbors" and "An Italian Education". "Vanilla Beans and Brodo" is also not bad. For a funny (and also mildly egomaniacal) look at things from an Italian's pov: "Too Much Tuscan Sun."

There's also a great tragi-comic fiction, "After Hannibal" that is delightfully mordant.
 
Well! You sound really :rant: with her. I take it you've never met her?
Sometimes a book gives a different picture of an author than who they are in real life. Maybe that's the way it is on the forum too...
Turns out another boy in the group is her nephew, they were invited up for a day trip...She and her husband were very nice to them. Son had a wonderful time.

Don't worry I'll not mention to him what you wrote.
 
Being European myself, I understand the concept of siesta. My grand parents practiced it religiously. In the small town where they lived everything was closed between noon and 2:00 p.m. It was 30 years ago and things have changed a lot since. Nobody naps anymore. Personally napping messes me up. If I take a nap, I have a hard time waking up again and I feel tired for the rest of the afternoon. I used to get in trouble in kindergarten because I would refuse to nap in the afternoon.

Anyways, I can confirm that in most of Europe the concept of FIRE is very foreign. Except for those born with money, most people work the 35-40 years required to get a decent social security check or government pension.
 
No, I haven't.. can't say that I want to.. which doesn't mean she's a bad person or anything necessarily. Nephew or no nephew there's still the Huck Finn factor!!! That's not to say Huck may not have a blast -- win/win, yeh?

There's a complicated dynamic when one's an expatriate, since different "co-ex-pats" have different motives as well as different means. Someone --like Ms. Mayes when she wrote her book-- who has 1.) oodles of cash, 2.) hadn't bothered to have learned the language, and 3.) is only creating a vacation home and not trying to live a life 24/7 in a new country ... is leaving themselves open to criticism whether jealousy-tinged or not. "Buying" one's self a Tuscan backdrop has been, for a period, a road to riches or at least to some level of interest/cachet for an American.. and none has been more prominent than Mayes in our generation.. whether she deserves the lion's share of the credit/blame or not. I actually feel embarassed when US folks ask me where I am at in Italy; I want to say ANYwhere but Tuscany.. and people like her are the reason why. Sting lives 'around the corner' but, to his credit, he doesn't have a furniture line.

Yes, it strikes a nerve. Because the people who actually live here are so much better/worse than the quick, short-term impressions she has managed to cash in on. Forget the Tuscan sun.. what about the Tuscan rain we experience Oct.-May? What about the unemployment, esp. among the young? What about the absence of free speech? The endemic corruption? What about the average take-home salary of $1200-$1500/mo. - barely enough to tile one of Frances' bathroom floors sans labor? What about the extreme and deep-rooted racism and parochialism? (when we left our rented house to move about 15 km away the old post office guy said: "From town X comes no good, not even the wind..").. Quaint grande-dame frustrations with picturesque laborers barely scratch the surface.

God.. I just went to her website and am like to vomit:
Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes - Reader's Guide - Books - Random House
16. As the book draws to a close, Mayes asks rhetorically, "Doesn't everything reduce in the end to a poetic image--one that encapsulates an entire experience in one stroke?" (p. 256). In your opinion, which image or scene best "encapsulates the entire experience" of Mayes's time in Italy?

My answer: the publisher's check she cashed. The 'stroke' is her signing the back.

I'm thrilled (really!) that your son had a great time!! Better to leave stones unturned on occasion..

Like I said, there are other worthwhile memoirs of Italy without the overbearing Martha-style treatment; check out also "The Dark Heart of Italy". If you KNEW Martha Stewart, I'm sure you'd have a fine time at her place.. that doesn't make her any more tolerable to mere mortals. Or to her gardeners.

Look, this likely seems just sour grapes.. not exactly. Mayes' swooning is part of the picture-postcard of Italy, that's all.. and her 'tribulations' are ones few, if any, Italians have -- they only wish they could! They don't have her problems because they can't afford them. More than I resent her cashing in, I just want people to see the reality.


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The Italians are very fascinated with San Francisco. When they ask where I'm from, they say, "Oh! The most beautiful city." So they're very attracted to these new, beautiful cities. And it's interesting knowing people there. Knowing they grew up in these little stone towns. And you think about what it would be like to be with them in a fast-paced contemporary city. It's quite mind-blowing for them. The Italians I've talked to who have been to America have really hated the food. They loathe the food. But I think often they're on some awful tour and they get taken to the places where the food isn't that great.

1.) (fascinated with San Francisco) No, they are not.

2.) (very attracted to these new, beautiful cities) No, (in general) they are not. Most are appalled at a.) lack of health care, which they view as barbaric; b.) violence and crime and facility of obtaining weapons; c.) too much 'openness'.. they can't understand yards that are not fenced, or, often, 2nd, 4th, 10th-story windows without grilles; d.) the lack of 'culture' and history. What they (primarily the young) are attracted to is: more money, more space, and more social freedom, in roughly that order.

I was just watching the right-wing ex-finance minister on TV talking about "precarious employment' (basically any kind of either part-time or non-100%-lifetime-guaranteed labor arrangement) and he was saying.. "in America it's ok.. in Italy we need our goal to be fixed jobs; that's just the way we are." He's unfortunately right.

3.) It is not "mind-blowing" for them (like they are some kind of Amerindian/African Pygmy 'savages' brought to meet the Queen).. Rome, Milan and Naples are fast-paced cities far more "mind-blowing" than SF, dear. Italians now have all of Europe at their doorstep for €19 one-way on RyanAir. Amsterdam, London, and Barcelona are contemporary points of reference. I have never heard any Italian say Word One about San Francisco. Mayes here suffers from the syndrome of not understanding that: Italians tell you what they think you want to hear. This is not 'lying' per se.. it is just considered polite. Like when the workman tells you he'll be back 'tomorrow', right, Frances? - He just doesn't want to risk an unpleasant moment.

4.) My DH loves American food, esp. TGIF and ethnic stuff as long as there is NO CILANTRO.. but most Italians hew to their tradition with no respect for any objective measure of "quality". A majority of people I have met here would turn up their noses equally at a $$$ dinner at Nobu and at a roast beef sandwich at Arby's. Their patrimony is exquisite truffle dishes as much as it is stale crustless mayonnaise and hotdog (ingredients listed in order of descending weight) sandwiches at the local bar, and they'll vigourously defend both against any food perceived as "foreign".

In general, Italians "hate" all food that is not made by their mother or grandmother OR, secondarily, does not come from their town. In Rome, I knew of ONE Neapolitan restaurant. Neapolitan cuisine is, to Romans, a foreign cuisine. Naples is 1 1/2 hours away from Rome by car/train. Italians have a lot of food hangups. I can't find bread with salt in it.. though if I traveled 45 min. that exotic delicacy would be conceded me. My BIL's mother makes a big stink about eating anything at our house, no matter how traditionally it is prepared. She makes a big stink about eating ANYone's cooking but her own. She has given especial torment to her DIL over 40+ years. You can shut her up, I have heard, by giving her a roasted lamb's head (which she loves). I have yet to try that tack.

Italy is only "poetic", in Mayes' effluvient positive sense, about 5% of the time.. And this is coming from someone who WANTED to be here. I don't deny someone the right to package the fake fumes of a dying museum culture for US consumption and make a buck off it. Just don't expect me to be cheering on the sidelines. I have 5 years of backdated TV tax to pay (over $900) despite living in the house for only 3 years (not worth contesting), the hotshot bigtime plumber I called to replace a leaky radiator valve a.) put the replacement adjustable thermostatic valve in upside down so I can't read the numbers, and b.) made the bottom connnector, which wasn't leaking, now leak WORSE than the original leak. Try to solve one problem and get two.. how utterly.. CHARMING!

I could go on for another few pages.. the town administration stealing all the town's paving stones, the 'poison meatballs' regularly left out for pets and stray and wild animals to eat, the bribes you have to pay to get work.. oh yeah, boy.. it's a dream alright! And we are in the "good" zone!

more if you can stand it:
The renovation and interior decoration of Bramasole have lead to a new furniture line, At Home in Tuscany, featuring 85 pieces, now available at Drexel Heritage stores nationwide. (866-450-3434; Drexel Heritage: Fine Furniture for the Living Room, Dining Room, Bedroom and Home Office )
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DOI: I've heard rumors that you no longer live at now legendary Bramasole. Do you still live in the vicinity of Cortona?

FM: We live at Bramasole over half the year. The other property we bought is a 12th century house built by the followers of St. Francis. We have done an historical restoration of the hermitage, which we will use as a retreat and as a place for our many guests.
... A lunch with a fine bottle of Brunello in Montalcino, ..., and a weekend at Il Falconiere (39-0575-612679; Il Falconiere, Relais e Chateaux in Tuscany), a divine country inn outside Cortona.
The Dream Interview: Frances Mayes (Under the Tuscan Sun)

She needs to retreat from the retreat! The Brunello will set you back rock-bottom $40/bottle for the cheapest vintage in a shop; likely double in a restaurant. We stopped by the Falconiere and toured it when we were planning our wedding and kept on going when we found the room prices to be MINIMUM $400/night (the grounds were not even all that nice).

We can find quite decent wine for $1.50 (not a typo) per bottle. Dan, I wish I still had my copy of UTTS (which I gave away). I could quote you some beauts. The woman is a riot.

Ed (the dogsbody) is a writer as well?

Yes. He's a poet. He has a new book of poems called Works and Days, it's published by the University of Pittsburgh Press. It won a major poetry award. He's written five books of poetry.

Do you have the same last name?

Yes. Mayes. His name was Kleinschmidt. And when we got married we wanted to have the same name and I said: Honey, I'm not going there. I am not going to be Kleinschmidt in this lifetime. I just didn't like that name at all: it was so heavy. And he was tired of spelling it. His parents were dead, so they wouldn't get upset. So he took Mayes. He's an enlightened man. Very enlightened.

What year was this?

We just got married two years ago.
Interview | Frances Mayes

I think it's swell she her kept her name. In fact, in Italy it's the norm that the husband and wife keep their last names (and it's actually far more difficult to change one's name than in the US). The funny part is him giving up HIS.. because it's "too tiring"! Guys wanna psycho-analyze this please? Am I out of line?

Sometimes a book gives a different picture of an author than who they are in real life. Maybe that's the way it is on the forum too..
hee hee.. Dan, I guarantee I can rant equally well in person! Sorry this is so long but it's hard not to comment on someone pretending to "intimately portray" your neck of the woods.

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FIREdreamer, even those born with money here seem incapable of stepping off the social and career treadmill. We know a very rich lawyer couple whose parents and grandparents were (of course) lawyers, and they will never stop no matter how much they make. Our doctor is a "nobleman" in the same boat. Downsizing is never a strategic option, but an assumed admission of failure. Even the rich politicians and nobility and playboys/girls have to "work" at their leisure, it seems!
 
Ladelfina,

Doctors, Lawyers, Notaries and Politicians have represented the local Elite in European society for centuries (the notables as they are usually referred to). They draw their particular status from their profession and not from their wealth (which most people keep secret in Europe as you know). Therefore a lot of them continue practicing even when they already are wealthy so that they can keep enjoying their particular status. The title, more than the money, is what matters.

I have to admit I liked the movie "under the Tuscan sun". Yes it may not be an exact representation of what Tuscony really is, but I think this is what Tuscany looks like through her eyes. She is selling a dream, a vision of Italy both beautiful and romantic which many Americans seem to buy into, her included. You say that Italy is poetic only about 5% of the time. But I think that when Americans and others travel to Tuscany, those are the 5% they are looking for and finding: the old towns, the rolling hills, the olive trees, the old villas sprinkled all over the countryside... Nobody wants to see unemployment lines...

When I first arrived in the US about 10 years ago, my vision of the US was much different from what it is today. At first, I saw the US I imagined I would find: the big cars, the skyscrapers, the McMansions, money everywhere... Now that I have been here for a while, I realize that my vision of America was terribly superficial. Driving through the countryside of the midwest and the south, I found an America you rarely see in the movies. One that's not "advertised", yet one that exists. As a tourist you might marvel at the beauty of Manhattan and its skyscrapers, the symbolism of the statue of liberty, or the power of Wall street, but would you drive around the immigrant neighborhoods where the taxi drivers, shoe shiners and sweat shop workers live? Probably not, yet those people are the blood running through the city's veins.

Unless you spend a significant amount of time immersed in an other culture, it's easy to get caught up in cliches and miss the real picture...
 
Unless you spend a significant amount of time immersed in an other culture, it's easy to get caught up in cliches and miss the real picture...

Not only is it easy to miss reality, many travelers want to miss reality. What they seek is cliches; their perceptions are too gross to register anything more subtle. Just like when in the mood for a movie, most would rather go see Ratatouille than Wild Strawberries.

Ha
 
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