I just woke up…IN GEORGIA!!! An interesting wake-up call, too: a parked delivery truck right outside my hotel window blaring Georgian pop–not altogether a bad introduction to the day, I suppose. Granted, I’ve been out of the country a little while now, but somehow, after getting maybe an hour of sleep in about 32 hours (yes, I counted), it was a bit of a blur when I got in this morning to the hotel.
The flights weren’t bad, though, despite my massive amount of carry-on baggage to lug around. The six-hour layover in Constantinople wasn’t bad either–by that point, a bunch of us volunteers had found each other, and spent the time talking about the program and so forth. All in all, things are going well–I’m glad I did the medical tests at home, though, or I could have been getting up a few hours ago to do them (i.e., only a few hours after we got into the hotel at 5 a.m.).
As it is, it’s around noon or 1 p.m. at the moment here (depending on if I got the time zone right or not), so around 2 a.m. or so at home–Washington State, for me. Weirdest aspect of the trip so far, at least for me: a ten-hour flight that gained eight time zones. The people that slept on the plane (myself not included, sadly) woke up about three hours before sunset–that was certainly one of the shortest days of my life.
My birthday gift this year was getting on a plane out of Seattle to go to Georgia–so far, I love it.