8am on a commercial flight San Francisco to Boston , OMG-.REALLY….OLD MAN?
Never in all my years of flying have I boarded a plane, sat in my seat to find the old gentlemen …or so I thought….reading non other than an explicit PORN magazine !
It’s 8am mister …do you really think I can stomach breakfast with you blatantly flaunting pictures of larger than life body parts? That from what I can see look more like weapons of mass destruction!
It’s so unexpected even the guy seated behind me is laughing in amazement and mouthing to me…”move seats”. To make matters even more astounding, the old dodger doesn’t even acknowledge me or try to cover up his morning pleasure …even after 10 minutes of me clearly trying to figure out how to look anywhere other than the window .
So what does a girl do….Clearly this is an assignment for the flight attendants. I interrupt their morning galley gossip and share my predicament with them ….”what that old man” the ever so sweet gay attendant gasps …”OMG who’d of thought honey”
Lucky for me the flight attendant swings into action and sequesters a real gentlemen to come to my rescue. Gallantly with the four of us now huddled in the galley he agrees to swap seats for the 5 hour flight.With gratitude I simply say….”you’ll enjoy what his reading more than I “…he flushes, smiles and mission quick seat swap is accomplished
Hey let’s face it …guys will be guys …but in a public place where no one can escape for 5 hours ! As the saying goes there’s a time and a place for everything …Now it’s time for a bloody Mary.Cheers!
I suppose the answer to this loaded question comes from your interpretation of what is sin and what is spirituality? What’s scarier in your life? Who are you going with or Not and finally what juncture you are in your own life? This was my predicament last November, Two invites,one weekend, what is a girl to do?
Sin city would be gratifying for my ego, suntan and bottom.All thanks to the amount of energy I’d be expounding between singing [always embarrassing for the kids]and dancing to the glitz and tunes of a live Vegas show, followed by the ear deafening vibrations of a hot nightclub into the wee hours.Then during the recovery hours of sunlight light,I’d be soaking up the desert rays by the pool with the lure of intoxicating beverages and the continuous parade of millions of dollars in plastic surgery…and that’s just the men!
Spiritually, I’d be floating in the mist of Big Sur,one of the most magnificent coasts in the world. Conversing with minds of depth, intelligence and intrigue, while my soul is fed by their words and my spirit revived by the mystic surroundings, all under a full moon.Celebrating, honoring and cultivating free expression and creativity without judgement.The teaching’s of authors and pioneers who inspire and free us from the boundaries of everyday propaganda, while laughter spills over into our conversations…and I haven’t even got to the food yet!! Looks like a simple choice for now …but, I’m just going to have to do both…because lets face it both extremes have a place in our lives and yes I do have room for both at the level and comfort that I want to or I’m willing to participate.
My point here is stay open to opportunity and new experiences, you can walk both roads.Real spirituality is about joy in living life, not judging it.Both paths lead to expansion, a connection with a soul unknown[and that might be your own], however unexpected, fleeting or profound. A feeling of being alive in the world inside and outside. The extremes of pure beauty,senses and natural pleasures vs the danger and thrill of man made ones ..both awakening the senses and both igniting a light . Look at opposites and allow yourself the freedom to make the choice to experience both, in your OWN way in your OWN time.
I think you can guess which one I picked this time…or can you ?? Lets just say I just came back full of light, joy and inspiration with an open heart and a stimulated mind. Keep on exploring ! You never know where it will lead,..Diane
The skies were overcast and unwelcoming as we descended into Frankfurt and let’s say that was the most exciting part of the experience .
Frankfurt unlike other European airports (including Munich) was quite frankly a huge disappointment, not that one travels for the thrill of an airport …but let’s face it folks, we are looking for a little stimulation and distraction with all the time we have to spend in them these days.
Frankfurt was void of human comfort, even in the business lounge where cold leather arm chairs were tightly lined up in rows of somber color and faces.It was like being held in an interrogation room where we were about to get a stiff talking to by the Gestapo…and I thought they’d all moved to South America .
How can an economy that’s holding up most of Europe and designs some of the finest cars in the world be so short-sighted, as to have a skeleton duty-free that was far less impressive than a hot dog stand in New York city! Plus, while I’m on the subject of sausages, I thought Germany was famous for its larger than life ones that soak up the beer at the famous beer festivals. But alas, I know why they call a German hot dog a wiener NOW…because that’s exactly the size they served in the Lufthansa lounge .. bite size wieners drenched in sauerkraut!
My advice if you’re heading to Europe is to select a bustling gateway such as London. Admittedly you’ll have to run a marathon before you make it to the terminal, [wear comfortable shoes ] but your reward will be an enclave full of retail fulfillment and delight. Followed by a much-needed feast of food and beverage options that will suffice any palette!
Heathrow will not only be your introduction to a United Nations conference, but it will immerse you in the scents of cultures unknown …at least you won’t be bored,you’ll know there’s life out there and you certainly won’t feel lonely!…God save the Queen and of course Mick Jagger’s hips !