A Tuesday that Never Happened

The funny thing about flying too far around the world at one time is that time can actually disappear. Usually it's just a few hours and not a big deal. But when you fly from the U.S. all the way to Australia, you lose an entire day!

We left Los Angeles at 10 p.m. on a Monday and after an overnight flight arrived in Sydney, Australia at 6 a.m. on a Wednesday. As far as we are concerned, Tuesday May 24th never happened. Thank goodness it wasn't one of our birthdays or a holiday or we'd feel really cheated.

We quickly jumped on a flight to Auckland, New Zealand, the last of five flights. We were a little tired but still managed to hit the ground running after we landed.

Randy with the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere in the background.