This reminds me of my trip to London to see a concert of Paul McCartney: caught a plane from Milan on the afternoon of Saturday, arrived in London on Saturday evening, drank a double espresso at Pret à Manger, then spent the night in Hyde Park with the sleeping bag; up at dawn the morning after, waited all day in the scorcher for Sir Paul, and then, after the concert, on Sunday night, took another plane back to Milan. I haven’t slept very much, as you can imagine, and spent 48 hours without sleeping, only relying on that double espresso that made ma actually bounce off the walls, God bless it! The funniest thing is that the espresso effect wore out just in time, when we arrived at the airport to take the plane back home: I just COLLAPSED on the floor of the airport as if someone just pulled the plug out on me! :D I only could sleep a few hours while waiting for our flight to be called, by the time we arrived in Milan I was practically sleepwalking, barely realizing what was going on around me; made it home in the early afternoon of Monday, went straight to bed and slept until Tuesday morning non stop! :D Anyway, unforgettable experience!