We spent the night last night at the Auckland airport because our flight out to Sydney was at 6am and we didn’t want to worry about getting to the airport at 4am. (This makes two nights spent at the Auckland airport, and I have to say that I much prefer Changi.) Accordingly, I woke up at 4:15am to the sound of my alarm, sat up in my sleeping bag liner, rubbed my blurry eyes and saw Kevin wide awake sitting on the chairs across from me, just looking at me.
Z: Did you not sleep?
K: No, I just spent the whole night staring at you.
Z: I know we’re married now, but that’s still creepy.
K: No, I’m just kidding. I slept, but there was so much noise going on that I thought we missed our flight.
But, as Kevin should have remembered from our other night spent in the Auckland airport, it’s quite the happening place at four in the morning.
Having spent only four hours sleeping, we debated the merits of brushing our teeth but then decided against it. We checked into our flight and sat at the McDonald’s while Kevin ate our entire remaining stock of food – two hard-boiled eggs, five or six Ritz crackers and two pieces of bread. I couldn’t stomach the idea of eating anything at that hour, and I marveled at how Kevin had the fortitude to eat all those unappetizing things before five in the morning – especially the Ritz crackers. Ritz crackers are great in their place (like under tuna or cheddar cheese), but they are most definitely not a breakfast food.
We then both slept through the flight to Sydney, waking up only to eat a delicious airplane breakfast of gelatinous egg and some kind of muffin. After a few hours in the Sydney airport sitting next to approximately 1,000 giggling Japanese schoolgirls, we boarded our flight to Buenos Aires, where the guy next to me hogged the empty seat between us and made me very passive-aggressively angry. I imagined all the things I could say to him, from the polite, “Do you mind sitting in your own seat?” to the more abrupt “You over-cologned, seat-hogging, inconsiderate space-taker! I hate you!” But I never said them out loud.
I think I need to learn to become more assertive.
Finally, 22 hours after waking up in Auckland at 4:15am, two flights, three movies and a few naps later, we landed in Buenos Aires at 10:15am with a full day ahead of us. And I have to be honest with you, I thought that it would feel so great to gain that extra 14 hours and be able to see into the future, but now that we’re here in the future I can tell you with confidence that it’s not all that it’s hyped up to be. Turns out time-traveling really tires you out. Who knew?
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Picture of the Day: Since we can’t really read the menus, when Kevin saw the word “pollo” (pronounced posho here in Argentina) in a cheap sandwich, he went for it. Hmm.