TICK TOCKPosted: July 11, 2015
So the other “day” I wake up early in Stockholm. Husband and son asleep in the suite, I punch my stupid smart phone and realize it is 6:17 in the morning.
Let the vacation begin.
“Phew”…I whisper to myself. “The hotel’s club opens at 6:30 a.m. so I can just slip into some sight-seeing garb and grab a coffee and Danish in the lounge”.
Once ready I head up to the 13th floor by elevator, I mean “lift”. Arriving at the ever-so-exclusive club I realize the door is locked and no one is home. Rejected, I descend to the lobby on LEVEL G.
Leaving the lift I am floored by the number of partiers at the bustling bar. I think to myself, “Well I guess these people are all from America or beyond so it is still happy hours for them?”
I take a seat near the luggage room and gaze around the hotel to pass the time. The sleepy attendant behind the check-in desk looks at me, puzzled. So I look back at him like a sane person might do.
Then I glance behind his head and see an old fashioned clock. NO, I see lots of such clocks, each set with a different time. Surely you have seen these time pieces in your travels around the world?
So now I must figure out which time zone I might be in.
Oh there! Northern Europe!! And it tells me it is about a *half hour past midnight.
This not only explains the rockus cocktail party going on behind me but the fact that my not-so-smart phone is still giving me Eastern Daylight Time in the United States.
Chagrined, I head back to Room #522 where my husband and son still slumber. I gingerly slip back into my pajamas, stumble into bed, and hide my head under a pillow.
Troubling dreams ensue.
*NOTE: In June/July it stays light in Northern Europe 21/7. Plus, I might have had a touch of “Jet Leg” as my silly son used to refer to the effect time change imposes on the human body.