don't touch me

We’re 7,000 miles from home now, which means we have crossed the international date line, which translates to we are now a day ahead, which results in np and I losing our hotel lodging.  We sort of forgot this small fact.  We booked our hotel in Auckland, New Zealand for Wednesday night since we were leaving Tahiti early Wednesday morning and arrived to our hotel, realizing it was now Thursday and our reservation was for the night before.  Oops.  No refunds were given, but they still had room for us.  Ok!  Np frowns and I laugh.   It was sad leaving French Polynesia until we got on the plane earlier this morning.  It was probably 80 degrees outside but inside the plane it was easily over 90.  They were having problems with the air conditioning and could not turn it on until the plane was boarded and ready to leave.  Being punctual as we are, ahem, as Np is, we were seated way too early and sat in 95 degree heat on that plane for at least 45 minutes with no air.    Everyone was wet with sweat and we were not happy campers.  This was the first time I have said to my now husband, “don’t touch me.”  I think we’re doing good so far.

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Written from Auckland, NZ