I found Hampstead heath today in the city and sunbathed amongst some tall grass and didn't see a soul for close to two hours. I had my ear plugs in and it was the closest I've been to total silence in as long as i can remember. Bliss.
Managed to focus well during that time on this book too, which is always a plus. The story of Mexico, from colonialism onwards, sadly seems to be a downward spiral of corruption and ineptitude in government at all levels. Exacerbated by foreign interests capitalizing on its rich resources. Pretty much what I expected then.