When I went to Europe I was so exhausted I slept for a whole day, and was still stuck on Western time. Took weeks to get adjusted to European time. Won’t forget the damp air and rain every other day either.
This reminds me of my trip to London to see a concert of Paul McCartney: caught a plane from Milan on the afternoon of Saturday, arrived in London on Saturday evening, drank a double espresso at Pret à Manger, then spent the night in Hyde Park with the sleeping bag; up at dawn the morning after, waited all day in the scorcher for Sir Paul, and then, after the concert, on Sunday night, took another plane back to Milan. I haven’t slept very much, as you can imagine, and spent 48 hours without sleeping, only relying on that double espresso that made ma actually bounce off the walls, God bless it! The funniest thing is that the espresso effect wore out just in time, when we arrived at the airport to take the plane back home: I just COLLAPSED on the floor of the airport as if someone just pulled the plug out on me! :D I only could sleep a few hours while waiting for our flight to be called, by the time we arrived in Milan I was practically sleepwalking, barely realizing what was going on around me; made it home in the early afternoon of Monday, went straight to bed and slept until Tuesday morning non stop! :D Anyway, unforgettable experience!
On my dad’s second trip to Italy (his first being courtesy of the US Navy in WWII) he discovered espresso, but put it into a regular sized cup. Poor man didn’t sleep for a week and had massive headaches when he returned.
Good list, listmom! I follow most of that when we go. Other than that, I keep a schedule similar to here. Of course it helps that we mostly go to Spain and dinner is very late there. So we wake up at 10am, eat lunch at 2pm and dinner at 10pm. We go to bed very late, but that is normal there and keeps me somewhat on Eastern time. Unlike obeney2000, it’s easier for me to come home because the flight is during the day. Going to Europe, the flight starts in the evening and arrives in Europe in the morning. It’s really hard for me to sleep on the plane so I’m usually exhausted when I arrive.
Been there: London, 2001. I couldn’t sleep on the plane because it was Virgin Atlantic and all tricked out—plus I was going to London. 8 a.m., we landed, and the sightseeing began. I eventually fell asleep on a bench at the Tower of London (opted out of one of the tours that I wish I could see now), and then again on a bench outside the gift shop in St. Paul’s Cathedral, and finally on the ferry ride up the Thames to where we were staying. Oh, memories. That’s the only time in my life when, upon getting to my room, I literally sat down on the bed and knew nothing again until dawn. I’d been awake by then (minus three accidental snoozes that only last seconds) for over 50 hours.
CyoteBlack over 12 years ago
I know the feeling
DrBonehead over 12 years ago
Been there. Done that. Will not repeat that mistake again. Some statue in a museum somewhere started peeing on me.
el8 over 12 years ago
or maybe it was the absinthe?
skeeterhawk over 12 years ago
When I went to Europe I was so exhausted I slept for a whole day, and was still stuck on Western time. Took weeks to get adjusted to European time. Won’t forget the damp air and rain every other day either.
Skarlett Premium Member over 12 years ago
This reminds me of my trip to London to see a concert of Paul McCartney: caught a plane from Milan on the afternoon of Saturday, arrived in London on Saturday evening, drank a double espresso at Pret à Manger, then spent the night in Hyde Park with the sleeping bag; up at dawn the morning after, waited all day in the scorcher for Sir Paul, and then, after the concert, on Sunday night, took another plane back to Milan. I haven’t slept very much, as you can imagine, and spent 48 hours without sleeping, only relying on that double espresso that made ma actually bounce off the walls, God bless it! The funniest thing is that the espresso effect wore out just in time, when we arrived at the airport to take the plane back home: I just COLLAPSED on the floor of the airport as if someone just pulled the plug out on me! :D I only could sleep a few hours while waiting for our flight to be called, by the time we arrived in Milan I was practically sleepwalking, barely realizing what was going on around me; made it home in the early afternoon of Monday, went straight to bed and slept until Tuesday morning non stop! :D Anyway, unforgettable experience!
Plods with ...™ over 12 years ago
On my dad’s second trip to Italy (his first being courtesy of the US Navy in WWII) he discovered espresso, but put it into a regular sized cup. Poor man didn’t sleep for a week and had massive headaches when he returned.
hcr1985 over 12 years ago
yikes….if I started seeing leprechauns, I would certainly close my eyes!!!
starlilies over 12 years ago
Check out her eyes in panel 2 & 3! Wow, she’s really wired! That crash is going to be HUGE!
hippogriff over 12 years ago
win: Or at least make the heart grow fonder.
obeney2000 over 12 years ago
Going East is a lot easier than heading west. Whenever I go to Europe I only have JetLag from the flight back.
gobblingup Premium Member over 12 years ago
Good list, listmom! I follow most of that when we go. Other than that, I keep a schedule similar to here. Of course it helps that we mostly go to Spain and dinner is very late there. So we wake up at 10am, eat lunch at 2pm and dinner at 10pm. We go to bed very late, but that is normal there and keeps me somewhat on Eastern time. Unlike obeney2000, it’s easier for me to come home because the flight is during the day. Going to Europe, the flight starts in the evening and arrives in Europe in the morning. It’s really hard for me to sleep on the plane so I’m usually exhausted when I arrive.
The Legend of Brandon Sawyer over 12 years ago
jittery!!!
Niki1983 over 12 years ago
Been there: London, 2001. I couldn’t sleep on the plane because it was Virgin Atlantic and all tricked out—plus I was going to London. 8 a.m., we landed, and the sightseeing began. I eventually fell asleep on a bench at the Tower of London (opted out of one of the tours that I wish I could see now), and then again on a bench outside the gift shop in St. Paul’s Cathedral, and finally on the ferry ride up the Thames to where we were staying. Oh, memories. That’s the only time in my life when, upon getting to my room, I literally sat down on the bed and knew nothing again until dawn. I’d been awake by then (minus three accidental snoozes that only last seconds) for over 50 hours.
ted.hering over 12 years ago
French leprechauns??
Comic Minister Premium Member over 12 years ago
I would say the worst idea.