My husband is blessed with the ability to sleep anywhere, up to and including the dentist’s chair. Once, when we were seated separately on a flight from California to Norway, his seatmate later told me, “I’ve never seen anything like it. He fell asleep on the runway and slept the entire time. At one point he was kneeling backwards on the seat, with his forehead resting on top of his seat back. After dinner, when the flight attendant removed his untouched meal, he put his head down on the tray table and slept on. The guy in front of him reclined his seat all the way, totally trapping your husband’s head between the seat back and the tray table. He scrabbled around and fought his way free . . . still without waking up! When the wheels touched down on the runway, he sat up and said, ‘What a pleasant flight.’” It’s no wonder a man like that appreciates living in Spain, where we get to take siestas every day.
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