The miracle of modern air travel is something that often fails to amaze me, involving as it often does late or broken equipment, surly agents, and a lack of creature comforts including enough space to stretch one's legs. I can't really blame the surly agents, as they have to deal with, well, people like us -- people who want first class for the price of economy, more elbow room, and have too much carry on luggage.
But yesterday the miracle was top of mind as we left Calgary, which has been in the iron grip of a nasty winter since late October, and landed seven hours later on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific. From frozen tundra to tropics in seven hours!
The thought, "Why don't we do this more often?" was quickly followed by, "Why isn't this mandatory?" because as I took off my outerwear outside for the first time in seven months I felt like I might, possibly, become human again. There are advantages to being an ice princess, but most of us are more likely to be ice hags, wailing with the stridency of a banshee about the long winter.
Just imagine -- moving from snow -- and more snow -- and ice (in early April!) to this:
Or this:
Viewed this way, air travel should be a tax-deductible medical expense. We actually bought a blue-light lamp this year, to try to prevent SAD (for those who don't live in #alwayswinterneverChristmas, SAD is Seasonal Affective Disorder, a seasonal clinical depression that starts in the fall and goes until the day gets longer -- and warmer -- in the spring). Another reason the Canadian government should finally annex Turks and Caicos, as they been begging us to do for years. It would be like stocking up with flu vaccinations.
