Lagging with Blood Suckers

40 hours awake…like it’s a full time job.

I will spend my night reading about jazz.

I will soak up the air in this magnificent city.

I can sleep when I am dead.

2 legs of flights on Air France lasting 10 hours with a 5 hour layover in Paris left me exhausted.  I tried to nap in Paris…no avail.

I arrived at the Ambassador Hotel and met the rest of the Likhachev Fellows over a fantastic dinner in a beautiful restaurant in the hotel with a killer view of Petersburg (photos forthcoming).

Midnight.  After a nightcap with my fellow fellows, I retire to my room and fall fast asleep.

2 a.m.  AWAKE

The hotel has not yet turned on the air conditioning, so my window was open and I can hear the rain and thunder…typically lulling night time sounds.

2:30 a.m.  Mosquitos ARE IN MY HOTEL ROOM!  Anybody think about putting a screen on these windows?!?

3:00 a.m.  Sleep is elusive.  Jet lag has always hit me hard and now…

3:15 a.m.  Mosquitos are dead.  I have survived.

3:45 a.m. and still awake in Petersburg.  Philip Glass…can you help me?

Sadly the hotel bar is closed…

4:09 a.m.  I will have to be Lost in Translation while watching BARONE-Y (that’s the Russian version of EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND).

Tomorrow I am seeing my first jazz events…or wait, do I mean today?