4/1/10: Bariloche, Argentina
In my never-ending quest to please the audience of this blog, I have taken precious seconds out of my day to draw a graph for you.
When Zhou and I took our only vacation during our two years of work at Wachovia, we knew what we wanted to do with our week off: as little as possible. I’m pretty sure though if we had been given two or three weeks off, we would have planned a fun trip where we crammed in as much as we could. Anything over that time period though, and we would progressively get lazier.
It appears that we’ve now hit the wall of long vacations (WOLV), and as you can probably tell from the statistically-proven graph above, we’re heading quickly toward infinite laziness. It’s a scientific fact that only two people have ever reached infinite laziness: Homer Simpson and Jamarcus Russell. Despite what some may think given how often Zhou writes about napping, we actually do not want to join this crowd. I will, however, give you a sneak peak of what happens to planned activities after you’ve hit the WOLV.
On the docket for today was a hike up a mountain, a trip to the bus station to book tickets to Santiago, a walk around town and a barbeque for dinner. Given that we had not done a single strenuous thing for over four days, I thought we should have no problem getting ourselves out of bed. We are, after all, traveling around the world in order to actually see the world, not lounge around in our long underwear. I’ve got about 18 pairs of pajamas pants back home that are just itching to be worn, and I don’t want to make them jealous knowing that we’re not doing anything here.
Anyway, we were barely able to force ourselves out of bed at 10am, and then it was only to eat the complimentary homemade bread for breakfast. As soon as the bread was safely stored inside our stomachs, guess what Zhou did? She headed back downstairs for a nap, not to be awoken until 1pm. In the meantime I watched television and sat with a zen-like stillness so as not to accidentally do any unwanted exercise.
By 2pm though, we did head out to accomplish our goals, and surprisingly enough we did just that. (This is the only thing separating us from Homer Simpson.) Have a look for yourself:
The only thing that wound up being missing was the barbeque dinner – that was just too much work. We reheated some leftover pasta instead.
Picture of the Day: A small sampling of Bariloche’s famous chocolates. We ended up buying about three quarters of a pound of this stuff.