Losing Time

We realized today that we have fallen victim to a hazard of long term travel: losing track of time. In this case the date. Since Poland, perhaps earlier, we have been operating under the notion that it has been one day earlier than it actually was. We only came to this conclusion when the movie billboard in Sinaia said that the film we were interested in started tomorrow, the 9th. To us this was totally impossible. How could it? Today was the 7th; our watches said so. The billboard had to be wrong. And apparently our passports were wrong too. Our Romanian entry had been on the 4th, not the 5th as it was stamped. We had entered Hungary on the 28th not the 29th. Poland, Slovakia, they were all wrong. My God, how long have we been living in the past?

We did notice something peculiar in Poland. We'd had two Saturdays in one week. Friday had vanished. John thought that I'd hit the wrong button while resetting my watch to Polish time and had me reset it back one day to Saturday. So all day Friday had really been Saturday and the next day was Saturday again. It was a glitch in time but we'd written it off as an alien abduction and that was that. Or was it? Apparently after that we'd been waking up every morning in yesterday and never realized it.

I suppose it doesn't matter; one day hasn't affected us. Of course all my journal entries are dated wrong and Quicken will show that we've gone a whole day without spending a dime. Still we feel as if Father Time has shortchanged us. We deserve an extension to our trip. "John, make a note to change the Journal title on the Web Page: '18 Months And One Day Around the World'."