We’re rapidly approaching Septi-hambre here on the rock. For the uninitiated, it’s a combination of the word Septiembre (September) and hambre (hungry) Which basically means that none of us have any work and all tighten a notch or two on our belts.
Septihambre comes every single year with alarming regularity. Now, I’m no math whiz, but after 12 years here, I can pretty much predict it arriving, right at the end of August. Frankly, it’s all I can do to keep my big fat yap shut when people exclaim how broke they are this time of year and what a surprise it is.
I was sitting in this temezcal (mayan sweat lodge thingy) and we were tying knots on this string about all of our worries, doubts, fears, etc. last week, when I had an epiphany of monumental proportions.
We’re talking Blue Brothers, “The band!” level of brainstorm. Septihambre for me is going to be a totally planned event of rest, exercise and care.
The husband and I are going to take the dogs to the beach in the early afternoons, when he gets home from work early. I won’t be missing yoga due to work constraints. I’m actually seriously considering playing squash a few times a week. I’ll have more time to create fantastic culinary delights using farm fresh ingredients! I’ll blog more, I’ll read books!
And thusly, we’ve just come full circle, no? I mean isn’t that why people move to tropical Caribbean islands…..to slow down and enjoy life a little more?