30 Hours Later..

This may sound kind of sick, but whenever I am waiting for take off, I always imagine my fellow passengers as “the people I died with" on which ever flight we’re on. It’s not that I’m scared of flying, I actually enjoy turbulence. It’s just a fact. We potentially could, "fly together die together". And since our faces would be all over CNN, I think it's nice to know who the most attractive one on the flight would be.  Let's just say, on my trip from Kelowna, B.C. to Valencia, Spain, it definitely wasn’t me.

Since I never have been one of those freaks who can just pop a gravol to knock out harder than their 21st birthday, I choose to identify myself as an insomniac flyer. Therefore, I have to be strategic when flying. So here are a few of my handy dandy travel tips:

1. AVOID ALL LAVATORY MIRRORS LIKE THE PLAGUE.

 Every restless, dehydrated hour that passes, my resemblance becomes more and more alike to Charlize Theron in “Monster”. And just because my psych-ward appearance terrifies all my fellow passengers, it doesn't mean I need to scare myself. 

2. KEEP BUSY.

Bring several books, magazines, depressing music, a journal, and a Sudoku. Flying always seems like the opportune time to seek who you really are. And there’s something about reading and writing that just make you feel like you have your shit together.

3. DON'T PACK BOOKS, MAGAZINES OR JOURNALS.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have my life together, so avoid extra carry-on weight by not bringing any of these things.

3. DOWNLOAD AS MANY SEASONS OF WHATEVER TV SERIES YOU CAN.

Time really flew by this past eurotrip after I managed to binge watch 4 seasons of “Sex and the City”. There's gotta be a bit of soul searching in that... right?

4. DON'T CHOOSE SEX AND THE CITY.

Even though it was my 4th time re-watching the series, with the whole 3 cm of space you get in economy class seating, it probably wasn't the best show to have chosen. Being that the 80-year-old English man sitting next to me thought I was watching porn the entire flight. But then again, wherever he is now, I’m sure he is thankful he got to see some action during that excruciatingly long flight, so “you’re welcome!”

Overall, I survived 30 numbing hours of travel, the plane managed to not crash, and I couldn't be more excited to be sitting in Spain at this incredible café, drinking a glass of vino that is only costing me one euro.

HELLLLOOOO EUROPE!