Spanish views from a small town

I hate taking naps. I think I have not regularly taken naps since I was a baby. I do remember playing by myself while my parents took naps on a weekend, but I do not remember joining them in slumber.  My husband takes naps. Long afternoon naps. When we were first married, I tried to keep him from sleeping. Gradually, I gave in to the inevitable. If I wanted to go for a Sunday drive, he had to sleep at least for an hour after lunch, first. Even on weekdays, after lunch he lies down for ten or fifteen minutes before going back to work.  I, however, consider a nap a waste of daylight. Nights were made for sleeping, and the dark lasts long enough, especially in fall and winter. It doesn't matter how tired I am, how much my eyelids long to close and give in to oblivion, I fight it during the day. I will get up, walk around, sit back down, and fight off sleep again. Sometimes, I will lay my head on the table or the desk. In such an awkward position, after five minutes I wake...