Jetlag and sleep

My guy loves sleep. I endearingly call him my sleepyhead.

When it comes to travelling to a different country, he has a difficult time adjusting to the time difference.

Last week, he was in Istanbul. He told me this story.

"I first woke up at 6 am. I then went back to bed," he told me.
"What time did you get up at?" I asked him.
"It wasn't until housekeeping knocked on the door at 9 am that I got up. I got to work just after 10 am," he said.

He's my sleepyhead.