At a resort recently for a training-orientation, I discovered this nook on the floor below our hall. The windows remind me of my grandparents’ place before where I only have happy memories of. As the other participants filed back to their rooms after the day’s session to watch their fave telenovelas while lazing in bed, I could be found here doing my emails leaving only when the place closes for the day at 9:00 PM.
One night, staff from a peer organization came by and saw me there. They insisted I rest. I wanted to say, this (nook) is rest but I wasn’t sure if they’d understand that. Also, if I said I’d like to rest from being with the same people the entire day surely I’d have these same people throwing tomatoes at me. So I said, yeah thanks! And remained in my place.