"You pull weeds on Sunday, they grow back double on Monday" as my granny used to say. Granny must have taught that same message to my mom because come Sunday, it was church, rest, and then church again. My young departed mom adhered to that way of worship stringently. So do I now (sort of). It's so peaceful and quiet in my home on Sunday, no big semi-trucks jake braking down the hill, horns beeping (I don't know why they beep when they pass by La Macha's). Apart from the Sunday motorcycle drivers (Harleys, too), dirt bikes, quads - screaming up the hill (or down it)... it's pretty peaceful around here today. Especially early in the morning.
In Costa Rica, Sunday is the day for family. You can see many folks flocking to the beaches here to enjoy the abundance of life. My favorite thing to do on Sunday, besides the beach, is to hit the road and just explore roads I've never traveled, listening to my music, with a couple of my dogs (and camera).
Or just stay home and enjoy PLH (Peace, Love, Harmony/Happiness) and play.