The flight from Athens to Heraklion, Crete was one of the most horrific experiences of my life. Well, just the landing was bad. There was a nasty thunderstorm over the island’s mountains and the airport is one the coast at the foot of the mountains. I normally handle a little turbulence just fine. This wasn’t just turbulence. We were either going to land or crash, I was sure of it. At first Alex was trying to talk me through it, pointing out all the Greek islands we could see, but when I saw that even he was acting nervous, I squeezed my eyes shut and put Hail Mary on repeat. We landed. Safely. And everyone applauded. Except me. I was still tightly clenching my puke bag and praying. I hate amusement park rides.
But let’s be honest. This is the real reason we went. And the real reason why they can charge 6 Euro to let people in.
It’s always windy when you forget a hair tie.