I Love Flying?

I love flying. I love going away and then I love coming home too. Because it makes me appreciate everything I have and do.

I can’t wait for the plane to taxi and take off, I get very excited! I’m the worst sort of big kid as I can be a bit of an embarrassment to my fellow travelling companions if I get hyper active.

On a recent trip my nieces sat either side of me, buckled in to their seats as they watched in astonishment and saw my growing excitement escalate in to a rather noisy departure. It was their first time flying and they were a tad anxious. So my over reaction came as quite a surprise as I stamped my feet and babbled eagerly at how great flying was but now that I come to write this I can see that I can be embarrassingly vocal when required. And on landing I was not much quieter either. I get such an adrenalin rush that any fears I had or they had previous to their first flight evaporated.

If I ever win the lottery I’m heading off to California, to find clear blue skies to learn to fly a two seater aeroplane and a helicopter, I can’t wait!

Do you have any travelling rituals that you must observe to have a great holiday or trip?