This is my first time leaving the island since I arrived last month and let me tell you, I am excited. Yes, yes, I will miss my fiancé very much and I’m sure my lovely caribbean tan will begin to fade the moment I step onto American soil, but there are so many little things that I can’t wait to do at home that I used to take for granted. As I mentioned above, we do not have cable at our apartment, and as a lover of TV I have felt totally deprived for the past month. I can’t wait to catch up on all of my shows (99% of which are on Bravo) and not have to watch anything on my laptop and have it freeze as it buffers 10 different times throughout a 22 minute episode. That, plus driving a car and seeing friends are topping my excitement list at the moment.
Back to this trip though… If you’ve never flown out of the Princess Juliana Airport in St. Maarten, you’re in for a real treat. And by treat, I mean terrifying experience (If you’re not a good flier like me). Basically, the plane revs up its engines as much as possible to make it over the MOUNTAIN that is at the end of the runway. You go from the ground, to what felt like being completely vertical in a matter of seconds, and I clutched to armrests and closed my eyes until I felt like I wasn’t having a panic attack anymore. Once I opened my eyes though, I was treated to this beautiful view of my new home from above. This should give you a better idea of just how tiny and gorgeous St. Maarten is.
Despite the MISERABLE fact that the TVs aren’t working, this is the least crowded flight I have ever been on, and actually have an entire row all to myself. This has never happened to me before and I felt like I hit the air travel jackpot when they announced that boarding was complete and I still didn’t have anyone next to me. This is especially amazing since I have a real fear of contracting the Ebola virus on this flight and am already using Purell every 5 minutes and only breathing into my scarf. Better safe than sorry, right Rachael? ;)
I’ll put this sad post out of its misery by ending it now, and will go back to my book and dreaming of the chilly fall temperatures I’m heading into in New York.
Oh! And AUC people... Rick, the owner of Fat Tony's was on my flight too! Should've asked him for some wings or a breakfast burrito :)