I didn’t sleep on the plane. Not more than a few minutes, total. This didn’t come as a huge surprise. I had hoped that maybe, since it was the end of a long day, at the close of an exhausting week of preparing to leave the country, that my body and brain would co-conspire to shut down for a few hours. Log out, shut down, restart.
Yep; ghosts. Have you been over to the Ennis House, just south of Griffith Observatory?
I’m so glad you shared this and I’m SO glad you finally got some sleep! What a story for your first night. 😂