Dear Marc, I'm back.
Are you?
I took the plane, which I hate. I am always convinced I will crash and as I board the plane I solemnly look at my co-passengers who will share my sad fate. They always seem happy, bored or busy, never as seriously grave as one should be when having a date with destiny in the skies.
On the good side, I flew SAS, the air line with the oldest stewardesses. To me, this is in itself a reason to fly Scandinavian. Those ladies have been in the air since the days when it was a dreamy, glamorous job to ask strangers if they would like coffee or tea. That's a long time!
Only one bathroom was working.
I'm still cross people did not applaud my speed as I did my business in seconds out of politeness to other passengers also about to crash.
It's difficult even writing about my fear of flying. I feel it might be prophetic and that I will crash and people will point to the blog and say "look, she knew. but wait, if she really knew, would she have bragged about her toilet habits?".
I might, I'm so mysterious.
Come fly the friendly skies with me.
That top picture has nothing to do with this post. I just feel I have to share my kids and the LeGuelaff Breezes.
love
-e
4 comments:
What an adorable line-up!
emi u are great, even with fear u are awsome!!! i loved the picture too, as usual.
love
denise
Haha... cheering picture.
I don't like flying either. Have never flown Scandinavian, but would like to see those air hostesses.
Are all those lovlies really yours? How did you manage that? You clever girl.
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