I’m not a born early bird.
Less when on holidays.
Because the only thing I like to do far away from home is just relax. That’s why I’m far away from home.
And the relax part starts in the morning, waking up without the damn buzzer, sleeping until the back starts hurting.
And most important: being one of the last people at the hotel’s breakfast lounge. Because as a part-time misanthrope, crowds of people hurrying around the breakfast buffet in the morning drives me nuts, not to mention all the blabber and noise around.