| Friday, August 10, 2007 |
| Jet Lag |
We woke up in Amsterdam yesterday at 8 a.m. I hadn't slept so well for 2 nights, because our hotel was on a busy street, and while the sound as fine for the first few nights, a head cold descended upon me this past Monday, and it made me sleep less soundly, and the noise became bothersome.
We then got on the plane at 2 p.m., landing in Iceland (fucking Iceland) at 3:10 their time, getting back on a plane at 5 p.m. their time, which was 1 p.m. Boston time.
We landed in Boston, crossing our fingers that our checked luggage wouldn't be sopping wet and leaking gin, at 6:30 Boston time, which was 12:30 a.m. Amsterdam time.
We got home at 7:30.
We left for dinner at 8:30 (keeping track, that was 2:30 a.m., Amsterdam time). We got home at 9:30. The girls called at 10:30.
I passed out, finally, at 5 a.m., Amsterdam time.
But yet, I woke up at 5 a.m., Boston time.
What the hell?
Where's my tiredness? I want it back!!!
during my sleep, I dreamed I was still here -
Or perhaps in some American version, which was less responsible, less quaint, and a lot more excessive. Not really in a good way.Labels: europe |
posted by Zuska @ 7:01 AM   |
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Glad to hear you're home safe- and thanks for the comment on my blog. I've been checking yours to see when you got back from the trip!
I hope you enjoyed Amsterdam and that it was good to you- I love it so much I seem to take other people's experiences there personally :)
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Glad to hear you're home safe- and thanks for the comment on my blog. I've been checking yours to see when you got back from the trip!
I hope you enjoyed Amsterdam and that it was good to you- I love it so much I seem to take other people's experiences there personally :)