Of the two I prefer jet lag.
Honestly, if I have to be this tired, it should be for a good reason!It's not that I love jet lag in and of itself. No, I don't like having my internal clock turned topsy-turvy. It's what jet lag represents to me that I love. I'm fortunate because when I travel it's for pleasure. For a few weeks, excitement and adventure replace my mundane, daily life.
- I experience exotic adventures
- Listen to a symphony of foreign languages
- Taste a variety of new foods - some good, some bad but all memorable!
- Eat my weight in pistachio GELATO - if I'm anywhere in the vicinity of Italy that is
- Try to figure out how to flush the toilets, even those award winning loos in England.......
- Suspiciously enter a futuristic, self-cleaning WC in Paris before exiting in awe
- Curse as I attempt to use a squatty potty without needing to take a shower after...ugh
- Ride miles and miles on planes, trains and automobiles (and metros, tubes, subways and boats!) on my way to new destinations
- Walk in the footsteps of HISTORY
- Gaze upon priceless works of art: Mona Lisa, Statue of David, Van Goghs, Monets, Picassos, Whistlers, etc...
- Gape at fascinating architecture - from the ancient Acropolis to the modern Eye of London