Jet Lag Antidote: Learning the Parisian Ropes
April 26th 2005 “AM I INSANE?” That’s what I asked myself shortly after arriving in Paris. I was tired; exhausted to the bone is a better way to put it—drained. I had not slept for 24 hours—a screaming infant across the aisle from me on the eight-hour plus flight helped in that regard.
I was questioning my own sanity for leaving a beautiful, loving wife, the soon to appear fresh greenery of a Michigan
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