12.13.25: Spanish Siesta

Spain understands something the rest of the world forgot: the siesta. Midday, shops close, streets empty, and people disappear. At first, it feels inconvenient. Then you realize it’s genius. The hottest hours are useless anyway. Why not pause? I once napped in Granada during siesta and woke up to a city reborn. People emerged refreshed, ready for another round of life. In most countries, rest feels like guilt. In Spain, it’s law. The siesta isn’t laziness. It’s rhythm. A reminder that humans aren’t machines, and maybe the best productivity hack is simply permission to stop.