International flights from central Canada typically come in threes. The first, an early morning tease, a couple hours where my boyfriend has a permanent grin plastered on his face. His childlike excitement is endearing. He has never flown in a large aircraft before. Strange considering he has flown a Cessna solo before.
Short layovers and plane wings that require de-icing get my nerves in a bunch. An hour isn't long to transfer planes in Vancouver.
Without hiccups, we board. Our final Boeing 787 is a monster: sleek curved wings and an expansive interior half-full of passengers.
Score! Leg room.
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Travel Drabbles
Non-FictionAfter quitting our jobs, my partner and I hopped on a one-way flight to Asia to spend six months exploring. Come along for the ride! Journey through historic and busy China, beachy and rural Thailand, temple-tastic Myanmar, delicious and sleek Malay...
