Jet. Lagged.

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Sitting in an airport waiting for the second leg of a flight to Paris after flying 10 hours to Amsterdam when it should be 11 pm but it’s 9 am is a challenge. My wife and I thought we would up the game with several glasses of red wine on the flight and a few crying kids made it pretty clear that sleep wasn’t an option.

Being jet lagged is an interesting feeling, tired and half dreaming, gives you an extra unique perception of a new international surrounding. People seem more interesting, especially when they are from all over the world. One shot of espresso down and I am starting to feel normal again, as long as I don’t look at my watch.