So, it’s only the beginning but Remy and I have been planning all week (community yoga, runyon hike, venice beach, santa monica pier) and I’m so beyond siked! I can’t wait to tell you guys all about my weekend!
Any way, my trip has already started off on the absolute best note! I’m not sure this would be most people’s ideal version of a five hour flight, but it was mine. I got the luxury of sitting next to a 65 year old woman who has been traveling the world the past two years. She had just come back from Miami and was headed to England after California. Yes, she is 65 and has the smile of a 20 year-old! She is so light-hearted and fun to talk to. I almost feel like we can be besties. We exchanged travel stories and hopeful destinations. She told me she had been to Europe but never Paris. I told her I had never been to Europe but was saving it for the summer. Next to her, sat a Jewish 17 year-old who had just come back from his first cruise. He, of course, was blown away by the way people party in Miami. Although he was from California and listened to Chief Keef, he wasn’t used to the Latin flavor that is so relevant in Miami and was a bit aroused by it. He told me all about his cruise (how many girls he flirted with, how many weird scavenger hunt tasks he did, how much fun he ate). He also told me all about his religion and how he has to turn his phone off from nightfall Friday till nightfall Saturday. Eventually, our 65 year-old friend had to go use the restroom and then asked if she could get the aisle because she wasn’t feel well. Meanwhile, I was sitting at my window seat reading One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories by B.J Novak (occasionally trying to hold in my laughter.. I mean, come on, he’s hilarious). Any way, Jewboy was really concerned if reading was my choice of fun (because that's strange, I think?). Of course, it’s not my first choice but I really did love this collection of hilarious short stories. So he asked me which was my favorite. It took a while to decide because there are so many great options but I settled on Chapter 3, No One Goes to Heaven to See Dan Fogelberg. Now, it might seem like he was flirting with me, but he asked me to read it to him (what? No. That’s totally weird and out of my comfort zone). It was a weird request but after his consistent insisting; I read it to him. He ended up dying of laughter and asking the name of the book. Then before we knew it, the flight was over and there was only time for one more flight neighbors trio selfie. "I hope you go to Paris!", I reminded my 65 year-old friend, you know, in case she forgot she really wanted to go there.
xoxo, me & my flight neighbors!!(: