I jest. That’s a bubbling mud pool in Rotorua, New Zealand. But it captured something for me. Though it’s only 9:45 pm in Boston, it’s nearly 4 in the morning in my head (two days in Istanbul was not enough to reset me to that time zone, so I’m still working on Valencia time). I’m not feeling too loopy yet, but I assume that will change sometime in the next twelve hours.
Still, jet lag tends to mean that there will be interesting travel stories to tell. I’ll be working on them when I can keep my eyes open. In the meantime, here’s your vocabulary word for the day: desynchronosis, a fancy name for jet lag.
[Images: 4hours1000places.com, dailyscandinavian.com]