In Delhi, as I write this, it is 8:45 a.m. tomorrow. It is 8:15 pm here in Vancouver, or the equivalent of Delhi’s yesterday. You must understand that it is extremely radical of me to acknowledge this.
My husband has a special trick he uses to torment me while traveling. He will tell me the time back home, knowing that it makes me rather crazy to think about being anywhere except where I am. For instance, I don’t want to know that while hiking in Wales I would normally be in bed back home. I figure I need all the tricks I can use to help stave off jet lag.
It seems I’ve made a bit of an issue about this because it’s one of his favourite ways to tease me by saying things like, “You know what time it is in Vancouver right now?”
I, of course, exhibit great maturity when he tries to tell me the time back home…I put my fingers in my ears and yell, “La la la la la, I can’t hear you!”
After 25 years of marriage, ours is a truly mature relationship.
But coming home from India, I have managed to not only talk and write about the time in the future world of Delhi, but I also have no jet lag at all. Go figure.
I do believe I’ve nailed the formula. I get outside and suck up as much daylight as I can, keep moving all day, drink tons of water and take 3 mg melatonin each night. I slap on my super-duper eye mask, stuff in the ear plugs, basically doing the equivalent of a sensory deprivation tank and then sleep like a dead dog. I can’t stop smiling at the great escape I’m managing.
Normally, it takes me a week or so to really get readjusted. I’m not sure if it’s because I came from west to east? I can never remember how that’s supposed to help or hinder the process, but it matters not; all I know is that everything’s grooving.
Some couples probably don’t ever talk about this particular issue…I’m thinking they have much bigger problems to contend with.
Great little stories,
I am going to miss them!
Welcome home!
and thanks for sharing
Hey Laurie…thanks for your support and don’t worry, there will be more stories 🙂 I have booked my next trip!
What gorgeous saris … and they’re barefoot! Great contrast with the modern-day logos behind the horse drawn cart.
Glad to hear that you’ve escaped jet lag … might have something to do with direction of travel, or maybe it’s the Melatonin. Do you feel like you’re in a foreign land after being away so long?
Martha, I’m glad you noticed the bare feet and the crazy contrast in that bottom photo.
It’s strange but in many ways I feel like I’ve not been away at all. The trip is already distant and I find myself heading my journal pages with August dates instead of October…I guess it’s because I left at the end of August and it feels like the trip was slipped into some sort of time warp that didn’t affect time here. Oh my. That sounds a tad demented but que sera sera…(good ol’ Doris Day!)