Sivota day 6

Sivota Soap Opera: Nap Theft, Boat Rides & the End of an Era

So, yesterday we went to the beach for some much-needed relaxation.
Until Mama the Nap Slayer decided inner peace was illegal.

I was finally drifting off into a sun-kissed coma, half-snoring, half-sizzling, legs flopping off the sunbed like I’d been shipwrecked when BAM, Mama wakes me up.
Why? To complain about something. Probably the wind disrespecting her umbrella or like the sand feels too sandy.

I roll over. Ignore her, slide back into dreamland.
BOOM. She wakes me up again.
At this point I’m like, Okay Zeus, I see you’re testing me.

So I gave up and the betrayal was deep.
I sighed like a Greek tragic heroine.
And said, “Fine. Let’s leave. BUT FIRST we eat because no one ruins my nap and skips lunch. And I want a Pina Colada because clearly I need a cocktail to process this emotional trauma.”

Then we returned to “civilization” and bought more touristy crap I absolutely do not need but 100% will treasure like ancient relics once I’m home.

Just as I’m considering exiling my mom from future beach trips, she hits me with a BOAT RIDE SURPRISE.
Yes, this woman who wakes me mid-nap suddenly turns into Oprah.
We got a private tour, the guide was amazing, and I’m now convinced I was meant to live on the sea with a tan and a boat captain boyfriend.

Later, we returned to the hotel to rinse off the salt, sweat, and chaos before heading to dinner.
Food? Delish.
Waiters? Running on pure chaos and caffeine. I don’t know what system they had, but I don’t think they knew either.

It started to rain (again, because Zeus is dramatic), so we took a mini stroll and, shocker: Mama inhaled her daily ice cream like she hadn’t just had dessert for seven days straight. That woman treats ice cream like religion.

This morning?
No clean training clothes. No powerwalk. No personality.
I sat in silence and tried not to cry into my hotel pillow.
My suitcase is like a fucking war zone and I’ve officially hit the “wearing anything that doesn’t smell like regret” stage.

Tomorrow we head home, and honestly?
I’m kind of ready.
Need to hit the gym. Need to sweat. Need to rebuild my brain cells.
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