All my life, I have been proud to say the jet lag does not
affect me. And for the past 10 years of my international travel, that has been
the case (even the last time I visited China). I have the God-given talent of
being able to fall asleep on planes and whenever I know I am going to a place
with a drastically different time zone, I force myself to either sleep or stay
awake depending on the time change.
As I mentioned in "Back in China" (found here), I was able to sleep for
six hours on the plane ride from Detroit to Shanghai. I thought that this would
be the best I ever felt coming off a plane. Maybe it was my sleep or maybe it
was just the adrenaline running through me but I was so energized the minute I
got off the plane and walked through Pudong Airport.
I blame the car ride.
I felt myself dozing off in the car so I quickly drank the
Coke that the driver had bought for me, hoping it would wake me up a bit—and it
did.
When we finally arrived at the Fine Arts School, I was just
so antsy and ready to get up and move around and the fact that I was with
Miaomiao again gave me a new found energy.
I made it through dinner and even late night coffee where we
stayed out until almost 11 o’clock at night. You’d think I would be unconscious
the moment my head hit the pillow.
Nope.
I woke up every two hours or so. I don’t think I ever really
fell asleep and at around 5:30am, I just decided to get up. I mean, I was
productive—I wrote in my journal, caught up on blog posts, made an introduction
power point presentation, and even looked through the text book a little bit
and wrote down a few ideas for class. But I would have much rather have been
fast asleep.
I’ve been up for about 4 hours now and I have a feeling that
for the first time ever, jet lag might have gotten the better of me.
There Rachel… Are you happy?!?
Until Next Time,
Amanda
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