I slept for 12 hours straight Monday night. Then Tuesday night I was up until nearly 3:00 a.m., but I slept until 10:00 (it's unheard of for me to stay in bed until so late in the day). Wednesday night I stayed up until 10:45, but I woke up at 12:30 a.m. despite having taken a Benadryl, which usually makes me sleep like a baby. So here I sit typing this at 2:30 a.m.
When I am awake, I'm in a fog. It is cloudy here most of the day, except for about 3 hours of sunshine in the afternoon. It gets dark at 5:00 p.m. or so. And it is so quiet! Nothing like the hustle and bustle of that month in the U.S., where traffic is horrendous and the parking lots are full and the stores are crowded.
On Tuesday I went shopping at Ed and there were eight cars in the parking lot. Wednesday afternoon I went to Intermarché and there weren't many cars there either. There were no lines at the butcher or deli counters, and there was no bousculade in the produce section. When I got to the check-out stands, one caissière was sitting there yawning, with nothing to do. She seemed happy to check me out, and was all smiles.
I guess I'm suffering from both jet lag and culture shock.