Hey there my friends. I have just gotten off my ten hour flight from Salt Lake City to Paris. Despite having scored two seats all to myself, I couldn't sleep. I'm a neurotic that way--earplugs, eye mask, pillow, and my sleep drugs....and still no sleep. I feel so bizarre. I feel so tired that I feel like I am floating.
Oh well, on the front end of the trip, my adrenaline is fueling me. I loved seeing the icebergs toward the end of the flight as we flew over Greenland. The sun was rising over the horizon and the yellow and orange huge masses of ice were on fire. It reminded me of when I was flying down to Antarctica 22 years ago. So beautiful.
Now off to find that illusive sleep here in this loud, sunny airport.
Au revoir mes amies!
I wish you the best of luck. I've tried to catch a nap there a few times. Sleep well!
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