Jet Lag – Bulford, UK

It’s ridiculous for me to be awake right now but I am. Its 330am and my sleep schedule is hella messed up. For the past week I haven’t had a solid night sleep and then I flew to London where I am experiencing jet lag in a very real way. I guess I have been somewhat lucky in the past because it has never really hit me this bad. I suppose it may have something to do the extra stress I have been dealing with lately. Or maybe I am just getting old.

I was so relieved on Friday afternoon when my doctor called me confirming that I am a-ok and indeed the trip is a go. I was pretty much packed up as I had funneled the nervous waiting energy into packing and readying for the trip. I spent the last day with my Mom and Dad doing last minute stuff and going to dinner at the new Indian place nearby. It is called Veggie Delight and the staff were super sweet even making my favorite dessert gulab jaman specialfor me. I hugged my parents and grabbed my bag at around 8 when Lee’s Dad drove us down to Calgary to link up with the flight tomorrow. I was quite pleased with my prep for this trip and remarked to my mom and dad how unsually prepared I feel. I am 99 percent positive I have covered all my bases.

The drive to Calgary was uneventful save for one horrific accident where it was very clear there would be no survivors. I thought back on the years I had made this is exact trip twice a week for a year comuting to Calgary for work. Some part of me relized that if I didn’t get out of the rat race, i would have likely ended up in one of those body bags mysef.

We overnighted in Ookatooks and I was able to finally unlock my Fido so i can used it abroad with other sim cards. The I snacked on a bowl of srouted brown rice sushi, smoked salmon, mango and avocado which I gave up wrapping after the first fail attempt. Sushi salad it is and it was yum.

At the airport, I was able to meet up with Nadine, my lovely spiritual soulmake, and had just enough time to do a half hour download of what has been going of for the past year. Its always a real treat to be in her presence…she encourages my soul to flourish.

 

Finally I wandered through security which was a flash then I got on the tast of recharging my iphone on the of the elusive plugs conspiculously hidden through out the conconrse. At this point, my travel friend Lee and I had a misscommunication and couldn’t seem to resolve it so I ended up moving to a different part of the plane in order to keep the peace. I was sat next to a lovely couple from the Isle of Man (Manx) who were so adorable in how naturally and fully they took care of each other . He would bring her water and she would keep the lights down so he could sleep. I adorted thier connection and let them know it. Its rare these days to see real chivalry and genuine consideration between two people. And when I see it I cherish every moment I am blessed to be in such a place of pure love. We had some enlightening conversations and I watched a few movies then suddenly the flight was over. Guess time flies when your having fun.

I was not looking forward to flying on Canadian Affair after the last horrendous experience I had with the crew from hell. But then this trip, they totally redeemed themselves. Kind, personable, and a amicable atmosphere throughout the whole aircraft.

Perhaps one of my favorite little strangisms was that there are spiral staircase going downstairs to the toilets. I had never seen that before. I had gone upstrairs on ceratin crafts but never down to the lavatories. It was kinda neat and some people utilized this place as a bit of a partyzone. I guess it may have gotten a little rowdy if not for the toilet control lady standing on the top of the stairs watching and controling the traffic. But still, this is the first time I was impressed by the space and set up of the actual roomy large counters and mirrors all around…a bit of a wasted opportunity if you know what I mean. Just saying.

At the end of the flight, I rushed to get my bag which they did make my check (weight restriction) which was brutal because if I’d had it, I would have made my 555am train to Basingstoke. I was pretty beat at this point so I conceeded the loss and waited for the extra hour then slowly slowly made my way west to see my best friend. The platform was windy, wet, and deserted just as it should be on a typical autumn London morning. As the morning unfolded, the sun began to shine down drying up the clouds and revealing the partygoers on their walk of shame. I would have been more amused by the assortment of costumed wearers wearily stumbling home if I were not more awake myself.

By the time I got to Sonya, I was pretty much exhausted which was fine bcause they had even planned on me having a little lay down before heading over to the family lunch. The shower and nap did wonders and the lunch was a delightful occassion.

I am pretty happy the that temperatures are more doable for my constitution than the chill factory I was coming from. I had some quality time with the boys and Andys parents before then finally getting to the place where I couldn’t hold my head up anymore. I crashed somewhere arond 8pm. But alas, its 4 in the morning and here I am, wide awake. No problem, I just sippped a cuppa and i think I am finally beginning to get tired again…here goes try number 2. After all, it is Halloween with two littles and my best friend tomrorow…must have energy for that unless I wanna be a zombie.

Grateful for cuddles with kids.

 

 

 

 

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