At 8pm, when the group was finally all together (sans Ingmar — who will meet us in Buenos Aires), Blake asked the group:
“In the past 24 hours, tell me how much sleep you´ve had by raising your fingers.”
…9 out of 10 held up less than four fingers. Quinn held up a proud six fingers. Quinn = winner.
The day went like this: Blake and Jules to the airport to meet our dazed students…they arrived between 5am and 5 pm…and our flight from Miami to B.S. A.S. was to depart at 8pm. Throughout the day, Blake was on a “Keep the Typhoid refrigerated mission.” In a styrofoam cup, packed with ice, he was saving his live typhoid pill for the next day…and it was supposed to be cold.
Props, dude. You made it through security.