Here’s my jet lag strategy: Don’t sleep on the airplane. Instead, watch all the new movies that looked good, but you didn’t want to pay for seeing in the theater. Every three hours get up to stretch by the bathrooms in the middle of the aircraft for 10 minutes. Stay up until at least 9pm local time, take a walk or a run and do not drink any coffee or alcohol. The worst jet lag I ever had was after enthusiastically trying all the local beers at the hostel bar in Iceland.
Nuances and niceties
The checkout lady says “boa noite”. I repeat it back as best I can only to be sized up from over her rims, followed with a blank stare and a cold “hee-ello”. Guess I didn’t quite get it right. Besides the running clothes, I now carry the confident swagger of an American, complete with near-permanent smile. I wish I could simply flip the switch and localize my body language back to Europe, but having been away for so long that is hard to do.
A Walk In The Park
Remember reading something about the ridge being the safest route in snow so I hook a left to find a clear break line I just walked underneath of. Danger now officially not imagined and can no longer be ignored.
Short Dreams: Fishing for Pigs
There was a new wilderness area, just sprung into existence by the side of the road, seemingly out of nowhere. […]
Short Dreams: Mom in Jail
So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]
“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.