It’s 10:34 a.m. Central European Time. Which makes it 5:35 a.m. in Charlottetown. And somewhere in between in my head.
If you ever want to give yourself a challenge, fly across the Atlantic ocean and limit yourself to a few hours sleep. Then, for good measure, take another two hour flight down to Nice, and then get in a tiny tiny car and drive at 130 km/h (the speed limit) through a seemingly endless series of tunnels, in the dark, into Italy. Turn off the main road and drive up into the hills (still dark) on a tiny tiny road. Up up up.
Miracle of miracles, I did it. And I arrived here in Colletta around 8:00 p.m. last night. Found the bar, got paid up, found my apartment, and was asleep by 10:00 p.m.
Given the aforementioned darkness, I’ve no idea what Colletta actually looks like — that’s today’s mission. And I’ve got to find someone to sell me a 20 foot Ethernet cable so I can move the laptop downstairs and get some work done.
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