Okay, that's not really a simple pleasure for most, because it costs an arm and a leg; but for the wife of an airline pilot, who has the unique privilege of flying non-revenue (free, to put it more simply) on a stand-by basis (and if there happen to be available seats up front: woo hoo!), this is one perk worth taking advantage of.
Even if you've spent your life as a white knuckle flyer.
Really, sitting up in business class makes getting over your totally rational but statistically-unsupported fears (you can read more about my battle to overcome an almost debilitating fear of flying here and here) and tagging along with your man, as he pilots a plane across the Atlantic to European locales you thought you'd only ever see while watching the "Bourne" movies, totally worth it. (TOTES.)
But why am I using so many words, when I can let pictures (taken on a trip home from Barcelona this past February) do the talking for me? 7 Quick Takes, coming right up!
--1--Ah, a row all to myself, with a fully reclining seat...
This is how I like to roll, people. (Open mouth, insert silver spoon.)
Lots of leg room...my own personal TV screen...and so many movies and shows to choose from, I don't know what to watch. (A person should have such problems while flying, right?)
A pre-flight glass of champagne? Yes, please. (My pre-flight nerves can always use a little help whenever they can get it.)
A glimpse of the captain--MY captain--before take-off...which gives me the secure feeling that everything is going to be fine as I ride in this gigantic tube of metal over the great, big, dark, scary ocean.
Safely at cruising altitude: let the pampering begin!
For openers, I give you the hors d'oeuvre course: smoked salmon with capers, onion relish, and sour cream. And a little cream of asparagus soup for good measure. ("Wonder what they're having back in coach?" thinks the super annoying lady riding--for free!--up in seat #2D. "I bet it's not this.")
Next up: the mixed green salad course, but I forgot to take a picture of it. So, moving on...
Now for the main course, described like this in the business class menu: pan-seared chicken breast with citrus salad, mashed potato, and grilled asparagus with roasted garlic.
(Delectable; although I think the gemelli pasta with cheese sauce, radicchio, spinach, and shitake mushrooms, or the grilled beef tenderloin with blue cheese sauce, lyonnaise potatoes, and sauteed haricots verts, would have been fine choices as well. So many menu choices, so little time to eat!)
For dessert, I chose a simple ice cream sundae, and even turned down the offered additions of whipped cream and nuts--because c'mon, did you see how much food I'd eaten already?
Please don't hate me for this post! I assure you that although my husband has been working for the same airline for 25 years now, it's just in the last two or so (since my youngest son left for college) that I've actually become something I never in a million years thought I would be: a frequent flyer! And on most of my trips, when I'm traveling across this great country of ours to visit with my sons and my granddaughters, I'm sitting all squished up in a sub-par coach seat, just like regular folks (if I'm lucky enough not to get bumped from the flight in the first place)--eating my free Biscoff cookies or Lilliputian-sized bag of pretzels and liking it (not!). That even happened to me on my recent trip to San Juan, which I blogged about yesterday, and I had to buck up and make the best of it.
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