Siesta Time

It seems like every time I go to the park I run across someone stretched out on one of the benches taking a nap.  One of the workers repairing the road in front of the park laid done his shovel, walked over to the closest bench, took his hard hat off, laid down and drifted off into la-la land.  I guess that explains why the roads here in Panama are in such bad shape. Sweet dreams are made of this…