Nope, it’s not a bird, but it is a plane. While living in New York, every time I saw a plane in the sky I would look at it and say, “that’s gonna be me pretty soon”. Low and behold, that saying became as real as the truth.
I took two Lufthansa Airlines planes in order to get to Rome. My first flight came from JFK Airport in the city (NY that is) and it lasted for about 7 hours. Considering that this was my first time–ever–going to an airport by myself and flying a plane by myself, my plane ride definitely help to shift my fear of flying.
Not to mention, they also provided me with two meals, which were really quite appetizing for airplane food.
After my first flight, I got off at Frankfurt, Germany. Since my flight from JFK landed early, I had to wait for the last flight for a little over an hour. They too provided me with a light snack:
By the time I boarded my second flight, my nerves were relieved. I replaced fear with an attitude of, “LET’S GET THERE ALREADY!!!!”–talk about patience (sarcasm).
It was so beautiful to fly over the mountains, I really just wanted to stick my hand outside of the window and touch the beauty that I was seeing.
Something about the picture above this sentence reminds of Japan…of what Hiroshima could’ve been.
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With loads of love,