Also, jet lag is evil.
For some reason, flying to Europe isn’t a problem for me. I’m tired as heck and have to take naps when I’m there, which in this case we both blamed on the opportunity to take siestas. However, I’ve woken up at 5:15am every day since we’ve been back. What gives?
I plan on showing you guys pictures of our trip, but for now I’m simply trying to get my circadian rhythm back in sync with Eastern Standard Time.
Travel tip: if you’re going to be on an airplane for more than 5 hours at a time (like our 8.5 hour flight to Madrid), cough, Lisette, cough, then pack a change of clothes in your carry-on. Keeping in mind that Europeans tend to dress nicer than Americans on any given day, I wore what I wanted to wear when I landed without a second thought about comfort. Or rather, without giving a second thought to my husband’s clumsiness. Approximately 0.2354 seconds after taking this picture, Brian proceeded to spill his champagne into my lap. As in, all of it.
Champagne on jeans reeks like urine. Multiply that smell by 10x as it gets warmer and warmer with body heat. Multiply that by 10x when you’re in a vehicle that recycles air.
Who said you ever stopped learning?
And with that, I’m out.