We had travelled from South Africa to England to Canada in about 52 hours. I don’t know how many time zones we crossed, but after the last leg from London to Vancouver (via Fort Hope/Dallas and a delayed flight), breastfeeding my daughter to sleep and dealing with American Airlines in their varying capacity to make a flight unpleasant, I was absolutely exhausted. I had that trampoline feeling as I walked away from the airport into the
freezing early Spring of British Columbia at 11pm. As my five month old daughter began to stir as the fresh cold air touched her face, I knew nothing short of the elixir of the Gods was going to make me feel good.