The one thing I’ve never really enjoyed about traveling is jet lag. It’s a silly thing to grump about, but seriously. I woke up at 3:30 and have pretty much been awake ever since.
The cool thing is that it’s Sunday morning so I can hear the church service down on the beach (they use a megaphone or something – could you imagine this flying in the U.S.?). It’s in Hindi so I don’t understand a word but I am still incredibly grateful to wake up to the sound of people making meaning of their lives and burning incense.