I’m nearing my three week checkpoint on the line. My feet are blistered, my eyes are raccooned, and I’m having the time of my life.
My first trip I had a layover in Fort Lauderdale with an amazing crew who took me out to dinner where they shared their insight and tips with me. Next, I was awarded an “on-premise-reserve” shift where you are responsible for sitting at the airport on call just in case scheduling needs to re-crew a flight last minute. I had read about “OPR” but I didn’t really know what to expect, I figured I would just nap at the airport for a few hours.
I drop my bags and check in for my shift and head to the concourse to grab a bite to eat before my nap. Ten minutes later, as I’m waiting for my food order, I get a call from crew scheduling and they tell me I’m going to London!
The scheduler informs me that the plane is already boarding so I need to get there as soon as humanly possible. No time to stress, trial by fire.
Six hours later we land in a sunny London and I am absolutely exhausted. We arrive at our cute boutique hotel in a gorgeous part of town. I immediately crash onto my bed for some much needed shut eye.
A few hours later I find myself hungry and in need of a glass of wine. I spent the next five hours strolling around the beautiful and historic city, stopping in bookstores and little shops, nibbling on appetizers and sipping on wine whenever a restaurant caught my eye.
Around 10 p.m. I found my way back to my charming little 5th floor room where I took a long hot shower and reflected on the amazing and unplanned experience I had just had. Twenty four hours prior I thought I was just going to take a nap in the crew room, and now I’m going to bed in London.
I slept soundly that night dreaming of all the adventures to come.