Tomorrow we fly. Planes take off, remember.
My last night in my own bed for a while. I hate flying. It doesn’t scare me.
I wasn’t scared the time the wind was so bad the pilot couldn’t land.
I wasn’t scared the time I looked out my window and saw lightning flashing just below us.
I wasn’t even scared the time we were escorted off the plane by police. Running from the stairs across the field we had landed in. Taking cover behind a wall of ambulances, red lights flashing across our faces.
I’m not scared. But I find the experience uncomfortable. Cattle class. Cape Town to Dubai, Dubai to Malta. Not for the faint hearted.
But then Malta.
Malta of the azure Mediterranean sea. Yachts and water and culture.
I am excited.