industrious idling

After an activity-filled week, Carlos and I wanted to take it easy on Sunday.

We woke up at 9. A friend came over and I taught Carlos and our friend yoga on the roof of my apartment. Afterward, we brunched at a yummy cevicheria, desserted on creamy gelato, walked to the beach, chatted with friends who had just finished surfing, watched Volver, snuck in to see the last, terrible, 30 minutes of Happy Feet, and ate tamales and fruit for dinner with wine.

Even though we had fun, it still felt like hard work.