The story of how I quit my job and went to play in Madrid

Jet Lag…What time is it?

So we left at 10:30 last night from LAX. It’s now 3pm in DC and it feels like the middle of the night. Thanks to a heavy dose of turbulence and my inability to sleep on the plane, my body clock is all messed up. Margaux slept right through everything, but still claims to be more tired than me. I think I’m too nervous to be exhausted. Daylight savings time is irrelevant, except it allowed us to order a beer with our 1pm lunch even though it felt too early for breakfast. 

We are gearing up for round two, the second red-eye. We haven’t killed each other yet, and we are so excited that the sleep deprivation is only a minor complaint. 

Cross your fingers that our baggage makes it to Madrid after this weird 10 hour layover!


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