We have been flying all night, which is a relative term. While my watch says it is 5:00 am, the outside tells me it is much later. Seven hours later to be exact. It is a strange sensation, especially if it is the first time one has ever done it, to fly east, racing toward the sunrise. The airlines, Delta in our case, does everything possible to help you through this body clock dilemma. You are served dinner at 11:00 pm, lights and all noise dimmed, eye shades handed out along with blankets and pillows all to get you ready for the big time shift that awaits you.
I walk through the plane several times during the wee hours of the morning, enviously watching the seasoned travelers actually sleeping. But sleep eludes me. Though the seats are “comfort seats” designed for extra leg room, my legs will not let me sleep. They twitch and remind me that I am sitting up when they want to be stretched out parallel to gravity. The night passes and then at roughly 1:00 am, my time when I should be sound asleep, the plane catches up with the sunrise and reality sets in, you have reached tomorrow, today.
The plane comes awake at 4:30 am. By this I mean that the lights are slowly brought up and breakfast sounds are coming from the galley. At 5:00 am we are having breakfast, while miles below, somewhere over the coast of Ireland, they are sitting down to lunch. As we are landing soon, my body will just have to adapt if this adventure is to begin. It has been twenty-four hours since I got up in my bedroom thousands of miles behind us. The world has shrunk and we aren’t in Kansas anymore.
Next stop, Amsterdam, with its canals, windmills and bikes…..hundreds and hundreds of bikes.