Happy Monday my dearest of all! Enthusiastic much? Probably! I just arrived back at my hotel in London again after a not-so-fun flight from Zurich and a great dinner out at a steak restaurant (my favorite food, of course!). I don’t mind flying and thankfully have never been scared of it. This flight however, has been one of the bumpiest ones I’ve been on so far – and I do fly quite a bit. I knew it would be bumpy as the flight was delayed form the beginning on, due to windy weather conditions. What I did not expect was my stomach to feel off. So off – I literally felt clinched up. I honestly did not even know what to do about it – I am so not used to it. So I sipped on some orange juice as I had the feeling I needed to load myself with as many vitamins as possible.
I normally always sleep on short flights. Short flights only. Sadly, as much as I would love to sleep on those long flights, especially those going through the night, I am always wide awake. Short flies however make me tired as soon as I step into the plane. Not only my iPhone and iPad go on flight mode – nope, my body does too! It’s almost impossible to stay awake for me. I usually fall asleep before we are up in the air and only wake up upon hitting the ground – or even when all other passengers have already left the plane. This time round I had to write some texts for my studies and I needed to stay awake. I ordered two large coffees with my orange juice and started writing. Which by the way really isn’t that easy when the whole plane seems to jump rather than smoothly glide in the air.
Now, I do not want to continue rambling on and complaining! Instead, I could go on forever why I also, absolutely love flying. I seem to calm down so much when up in the air. Suddenly all the connections are turned off – no more internet, no more phone calls that can reach you, no nothing. Instead, a peaceful silence surrounds me (with my headphones on) and I can drift away in my own thoughts. When starting off I try to watch the city become smaller beneath me. The houses look so tiny after such a short time, the cars become lego pieces and then look like tiny little ants flashing their lights to find their way through the darkness. Suddenly, I feel so small – so vulnerable. Is this just me? Similarly, I felt lost when arriving and going down to land over London. The landing (going down) took around 20 minutes after the pilot had told us we are going down slowly. 20 long minutes and flying to Zurich you usually see nothing but greens below you – or maybe a small village here and there. Landing in London becomes a movie itself – the city is so big that even from the birds perspective it made me feel tiny. I can’t stop myself: after every flight I suddenly notice I took about 20 different pictures (15 probably looking identical)! :-)
Nonetheless: I am really excited about London – hopefully I’ll find some free time on Wednesday to look around a bit and enjoy the hectic and chaotic, yet inspiring mentality of the city. Tomorrow is definitely a full day – my schedule is overflowing and my inbox is about to explode. And now it’s almost midnight – yet alone it is an hour later in Zurich so I have really gone a little overboard with staying up late. My alarm clock will be killing me in the morning – I see it coming! Until then though, I wish you all a great night and a lovely Tuesday! xo