As our first week in sunny Florida comes to a close, we’re aaaaalmost over the jet lag, supporting my theory that, when unencumbered by individuals from a different age range, namely children, normal human beings will adjust to their new time zone in the number of days indicated in the graph below:

Those units on the left (y) axis indicate the number of days needed to adjust, and can be calculated by dividing the number of time zones traversed by three. So, for all of you keeping score at home, it should take a 10-year-old four full days to adjust to their new time zone if they were to travel across six time zones. But I digress…

We’re in Florida! The flight was easier than expected. We splurged for a direct flight. Well worth it. The duty-free bottle of rum helped. Sebastian was sick on arrival. Not having insurance in the US sucks. Walk-in clinics also suck, but not as much. Antibiotics are helping. We’re staying at GG’s house. Spent the first three days at the pool. Very nice. Emily can now swim underwater, do the backstroke, and perform forward rolls in the pool. Very cool. Sebastian likes his rubber ring. Very cute. Emily went to LEGOLAND yesterday with Nana and Poppi Phil where she got her driving license. We’re very proud. Have already seen Nana, Poppi Phil, Aunt Amy, Aunt Ruthie, and cousins Susie, Marli, Cookie, and Mike. More family are added every day, culminating this Sunday at a party at my mom’s house. We’ll head up to my dad’s house near Tampa a few days after the party. 17 days in total in Florida. Not too shabby. Then we spend 24 hours back in Barcelona before we ship off to England for a very merry Christmas week with Jan’s parents. That will be cold. So in the meantime…

Incoming!