Last night, to adjust to the time difference I decided to try to stay awake as long as I could despite my few hours of sleep on the plane.
By 8:30 PM I couldn’t stay awake so I settled into my little hostel room for the night. I had a dream that I was at a gathering of free flowing laughter and wine and woke up to the sounds coming from the restaurant across the street. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and was surprised to see it was close to midnight.
I was reminded of my 9 weeks in Buenos Aires when friends often extended the hospitality of a great dinner held typically around mid evening. As a morning person I never did get used to the shift in work and eating times despite my best efforts.
I often wondered how it was that north Americans whose ancestors often came from Europe didn’t keep to those hours. If we adapted to the sun up, sun down for farming reasons, Europeans had the same daylight timeframes yet dinners at night time are still the norm here.
I recognize the advent of the siesta time to avoid working in the high heat of the day likely had something to do with it, but we are but a few degrees more north from a good part of Europe. I know this because of my geocaching experience!
So as I listened to joyful sounds of chatter, clinging wine glasses and laughter I wondered how well I would adapt to the change. By default with the typical albergue “lights out by 10 PM” this would preclude very late dinners. The constant daily walking would also account for early bedtimes.
I will soon find out as I head to Burgos today to my first albergue night and the start of my walking journey tomorrow. I am very excited to start and if it requires me to become more of a night owl, I hope that I will adapt!