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| It took about .3 seconds for the family to assume the above positions. We surely stayed for beyond what was socially acceptable. |
We had a 9-hour layover in Paris. The girls wanted to see the Eifel Tower. It seemed the perfect alignment of possibilities and a great reward for two hard-earned years at the French school. But when we arrived at CDG Airport, things fell apart quickly; after a series of unfortunate events, we ended up instead crashing at a nearby mall. It could have been Anymall, USA, except for the French. Farewell, vain ambition!
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Four days later we were back in Tbilisi when friends from out of town paid a visit. We were in no condition to accept guests, so we met up at a favorite restaurant. The jetlag was in full force. Little guy, in his exhaustion, got friendly with his new-found friend (these days he prefers beards and ample bellies).
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The girls, literally, slept at the table. They stayed awake long enough to order soup, which they left untouched.
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I think this was our worst jetlag yet. The overall transit time was three days, which must have exceeded our limit, and it took weeks to recover. Our only consolation was the bottle of melatonin pills I managed to snag in the States before departure. Sweet dreams little man!
These look like they could have come from a National Geographic story on jet lag.
ReplyDeleteI remember when Travis and I returned from London, It was a similar experience. We had a lay over in Denver where we had planned to do some shopping and eating. We fell asleep draped across our suitcases in a small lounge in the corner of the airport.
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