I will never in my life have lived February 20, 2019. That was the date the ship chose for us to lose. We crossed the International Date Line and had to move our clocks forward a whole 24 hours. That meant I missed Wednesday all together. If you think about it, you realize that in some way you have to make up for those 25-hour days that I talked about a few days ago.
We don’t really lose that day; we just add the time to the days one hour each day as we move west. If you go back and forth you lose it and gain it back, but since we go all the way around in one direction, we only gain it back in pieces.
The International Date Line is an imaginary line that is drawn at approximately 180 degrees from the prime meridian that passes through Greenwich, England. It separates the globe into western and eastern hemispheres with the date in the eastern hemisphere one day ahead of the west. It passes through a largely unpopulated part of the Pacific and is deviated east or west in places to accommodate populated areas. The ship gave us a certificate signifying our passage which occurred between Bora Bora and Tonga.