Coming back from California was fun. We had a delayed flight that rerouted us to fly into Baton Rouge. There was turbulence. Enough to scare me a bit. My row mate showed me where the barf bag was because I looked "pale"
Until that part in the flight, I thought I was doing okay. I guess not. I vividly remember how small the airport was. I remember being confused why we had to walk outside and not in " the tube" to get in the airport. The most vivid detail I remember ? The HOT HUMID AIR THAT HIT ME IN THE FACE WHEN I STEPPED OFF THAT PLANE and the BIG POOFY HAIR THAT WAS A RESULT. It was terrible. The air felt so thick. I wanted to get back on that plane and go back to California. It was cooler. Bigger. More exciting. And I like my hair better! I don't remember the ride home. I do remember the excitement filling me to tell my grandmother every detail about the trip. She was ready for me-- waiting to hear all about it. I shared every detail. From the feeling of panic in the airport before leaving to the new friends I made that were Jewish and had traveled to Africa. She just listened. Like she always did. Asked a few questions. Smiled at my excitement. And then she said " did you know that my family is from the Canary Islands?" That was the moment that changed my direction in life. I was hooked. I needed to travel. I needed to experience the world. I needed to learn about other people, cultures and ways of life. I was 14 years old and had no idea that my own children would share the same excitement about the world. All because I chose the plane ticket-- I can share the world's playground with them. In the end, it's not about the money, the status, or the fame. It's about the experiences we have and the people we share them with. It's about the memories that we create and the impact that we make on the world around us. So go out there, choose your adventure, and make it count. Yours in flight Brandi
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I had the funds. The plane ticket was mine. I was ready. I was excited. I wanted to experience another state. And I didn't have to be hot, itchy or sweaty again ( read: teenage brain has no idea what life is really like--just yet)
I don't remember much about planning for the trip. What luggage we bought. What clothes I packed. What thoughts were going through my mind. It wasn't important to me. I was going to California! But I do remember sitting at the airport and the leader of my group asking which of us had never flown before. I was one of many that raised their hands. Leader: I just want to prepare you that first time fliers usually are nervous--- some even get sick on the plane. Me: what? Leader: there are BARF BAGS in the back of the seat for you to use if you need. Take off and landing are the worst part of the entire flight. Once you are in the air, all should be good. My brain: ******* what am I going to do? ****Am I going to get sick? How bad is take off? Will I panic? Why did I want to go to California again? <<< I couldn't answer that--- I just wanted to see something different!" Will I be alone on the flight? Will someone help me if I freak out? I don't remember take off. I assume it was uneventful. But I tell you what I do remember about the flight: Sitting next to a gentleman that listened to my worries. Who giggled and reassured me that the flight would be fine. I would have a good time and I should try sushi ( a California roll to be exact--- how fitting!). I didn't have sushi on that trip. But I NEVER forgot about trying that California roll. It was 10 years before I tried sushi, but when I did--- you better believe it was a California roll. Next up: my immediate thoughts walking into the LAX airport. I really had no idea how big the world was. |
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