Are We There Yet?

See, after a 20-hour flight, writing on your blog is not the first thing on your mind, nor is it the last. Why is that, you may ask. Well, it's because your body's need to be in a horizontal position and get some of that elixir called sleep, takes over and becomes all that matters. Mark and I had deeemed it prudent to buy cheaper tickets to Bulgaria, which, let me tell you, cost us later. The itinerary was pretty much Atlanta, Washington, D.C., Vienna (Austria), where, by the way, a small bottle of water costs €3, the equivalent of $5. 25) and finally Bourgas(Bulgaria). Looks all right on paper, but not the case in reality. There are many hours of just waiting at the airport involved, which gives you ample time to reflect on the cost-cutting exercise that seemed like such a good idea at the time. Anyway, at least there were no delays, for which I am very grateful. We got to Bulgaria eventually and despite the fact we were totally knackered, we still couldn't get any sleep for days because of the time difference. It gets dark outside and your body desperately needs some rest, but your internal clock can't make sense of the situation and keeps on resisting the sleep. Now I truly understand Chuck Palahniuk's "everything's a copy of a copy" phrase. Caution: physical exhaustion and sleep deprivation may result in grumpiness, loss of patience and intolerance of affectionate neighbors.