...aaaand, THEY’RE OFF! Big travel days are difficult to write about - most of it’s airport security theater (I did get lightly groped above the knee though, so you’re welcome for not making a scene! Plus, I hope you can appreciate how much safer I felt because of it, and I sure hope everyone else around me did too). /snark
Although very excited and thankful for another European jaunt, I think it’s safe to say that at this point, we were all still in the “this isn’t really happening” surreality - happily moving along through the airport, finding our seats, etc. It wasn’t until I heard some German spoken on the plane that it became more real for me.
At this point, we were all super-excited to spend some quality time together, see some longtime friends, and just get away on an adventure. The schnitzel and dunkelweiss doesn’t hurt either.
“So, how was the flight?”
Trying hard not to do exactly what Louis C. K. does here (and whine about the least important part of a trip that we’re fantastically fortunate to be taking), I will say that everything about Condor was great. Food, service, etc., all good. But seriously, I’m not an especially huge or tall person, and it’s *barely* tolerable sitting in one of those seats for hours at a time. Would it be that fucking hard to add 2 inches of leg room? I’d pay, and I bet everyone else would too. There has to be a breaking point. Maybe this is something for a future post. There has to be some middle ground seating options that are less stark than something akin to long-term stress positions (illegal under the Geneva Conventions, dear airline manufacturers), and Mr. Moneybags from Monopoly where you evidently just lounge about your own private jewel-encrusted plane-riding-room.
Ahh, but it appears I’ve said too much already - here’s a nice pic as we were heading to “sleep” :)
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