A glance at my watch reveals a blissfully silent 7am, and I naively think I can grab a few more winks on our last day in Slovenia. But then the loud bonging begins. I count 127 out-of-tune bongs that all play the same song, "No More Sleep For You!" When a bell tower goes bonkers, who needs an alarm clock?
Our son and daughter-in-law have been eying a nice apartment on a quaint, cobbled walking street in their tranquil village that appears well located and well priced. The realtors' mantra, "Location, location, location" comes to mind. But wait a minute. Maybe to be right across from a lovely church is NOT such a great idea?
On the other hand, when you have two babies, the elder of who is two, sleep is just a dream, anyway.