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Learning the true meaning of jet-lag (thus the reason the blog is three days late). Passed out at 3pm local Dublin time in this photo is my daughter who had been sleeping probably non-stop since arriving in Dublin, as well as both plane rides on the way. We are finally now in Malta after nearly a week's traveling.
I had tried to help prevent too much jet-lag by scheduling our flights spaced apart so that we could time our sleeping adjustments as we traveled half-way around the globe and nine time zones away from home.
I am not sure how much it truly helped as it still took a couple days of adjustment. It hit my daughter particularly hard, especially the first day in Dublin. For myself, I also dozed several times throughout the day the first day, and awoke (mostly due to Sitara's insistence that we get up) before sunrise. The second day, the day we spend out on the town was much improved, though we did both end up getting tired a bit before we should have, and stayed out longer than our bodies wanted to. Also some bus confusion and a very long walk across the city at the end wiped us out completely and we were in bed by seven. Arriving after 9pm local time in the apartment in Gozo didn't bother us though, and we were able to align ourselves with local time immediately due to our major time adjustment in Dublin.
Still, as our first trip abroad, I don't think we did too bad. I have traveled for days on end before without trouble, though it was all within a couple time zones. I was surprised how much the time zone changed really hit us, and wonder if it would be less if we traveled longitudinally instead.