They say that flight attending isn’t a job, it’s a lifestyle. I’ve definitely had a small taste of that over the last few weeks. I’ve barely worked, although part of it is because there’s nothing really good to pick up and part of it is just that I needed some time off after the grueling training. I’ve actually traveling more days than I’ve worked, which is amazing for the soul but horrible for the wallet.
I’m not really sure what the mysterious allure is when I’m in uniform, but it’s as if people look at me differently. Maybe they think of glamour and jetsetting, and hey, I’m fine with that. Everything is definitely new and exciting to me right now, so maybe I just give off the new hire glow. I’m not sure what it is, but I hope I never lose the sense of wonder that I have and that other people seem to have when they see me in uniform.
As far as working, I’ve done 2 turns (where I go and come back in the same day) to Chicago and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico. Those are tiring and I don’t get a layover, so so far I don’t think they’re as cool. I also had a trip to Miami, I laidover there but I slept all day because the flight got in early in the morning. Basically I haven’t done anything cool as far as work is concerned yet, but I’m still getting used to it.
I’ve been much more interested in using my travel benefits, which my boyfriend loves so far! (stay tuned for his upcoming unnamed travel blog, he takes much better photos than me) He flew out to LA to visit me after graduation and we roadtripped it up to Monterey along the famed Highway 1, or PCH as we say in California. It was a drive-until-we-drop type trip, with many random detours to places like Ostrich Land, a tourist trap where we paid to feed ostriches. A few days later to decided to fly out to Boston and roadtrip up the other Highway 1, up the New England coast to Maine, solely in search of stuffing ourselves with lobsta. We had a wonderful lobsta dinner at The Lobster Shack, a place in Port Elizabeth with a gorgeous setting next to a lighthouse with waves crashing into rocky cliffs below. I highly recommend their fresh catch!
My next work destination is Toronto, and fun destination with the boyfriend is New Orleans in about a week. Our travel list grows ever longer however, and to choose we basically just have to flip a coin because the sky is literally the limit.
Next was the shower, as I had no idea how long it had been since my last one back in another country, somewhere else (attractive!). I was given a toothbrush and a little shower pod with a sink and toilet and I think that shower cleansed my soul it felt so good. I hustled back to the lounge to book a taxi tour in order to get out of the sterile airport. They had longer ones that went to sake breweries, but I only had time to do the 3-hour temple and mall tour. I had some extra time so I took the 15 100-yen vouchers they gave me and went in search of the best sushi in the airport. I was able to effectively order salmon, tuna, crab and sea urchin. The sea urchin was my risky piece to try, it looked like poop and it didn’t taste very good. Yay for taking risks though!
It turned out my taxi driver didn’t speak any English, but he knew where I needed to go. First he took me to the Narita temple, a Buddhist temple with beautiful colorful buildings. They gave me my own English-speaking guide who took me around and gave me the history of all the buildings,
as we walked about the blustery grounds. She was like the little old Japanese grandma I never had, as she educated me about Japanese Buddhist and Shinto religions.
Next my silent taxi man took me to the very large Aeon shopping mall. I would rather have done something cultural, but it was the only thing I had time for. I walked around the mall, which was more or less just like its American counterpart. There was a huge arcade with photobooths which made your eyes Anime-like, a drums game like Dance Dance Revolution, and lots of lights and tiny characters with large eyes everywhere. I basically just walked around and had a look before I was whisked back to the airport, which I should get used to since that will be my life as a flight attendant soon.
I collected my belongings, said goodbye to the lounge ladies and started my trek to the gate. I thought I was going to be bored and uncomfortable during my all-day layover in Japan, but I was pleasantly surprised when I boarded my place to LA relaxed and slightly more cultured. Thank you, Japan for taking in a weary traveler and showing me hospitality and another little slice of the world!