So I’m on this flight from London to Tel Aviv. It’s a budget affair and frankly I don’t think I’m the only one whose adrenaline levels have gone through the roof in the fight to get on the plane, squeeze my somewhat oversized ‘hand luggage’ into the overhead locker and bag a coveted window seat.
As soon as the stewardess gives us the required permission, everyone unfolds ipads/laptops and plugs in ear phones, killing time til we touch down. I’m one of them. I’m looking at the clock and wondering how many episodes of Sherlock I can squeeze in before we actually reach Ben Gurion.
At some point over Turkey – and a good 4.5 hours into the flight – I look out of the window for, I think, the first time since take off. This is what I see…
1. The one that looks like snowy mountains
2. The one that looks like dinosaurs
3. The one that looks like a flying saucer
4. The one of the sunset
We were flying! Like, ABOVE THE CLOUDS!!
Is this not frickin’ incredible to us anymore? What’s WRONG with us?!
That is all.