I love to travel.

For me, it's like a breath of fresh air - new cities, strange streets, unfamiliar smells and tastes...

It's like a little adventure where you lose yourself a little, in order to find yourself again later. ✈️🌍

But! Imagine: my first flight in my life.

Panic, horror, trembling hands - and it's all me 😅

I was flying all alone then, and I was so nervous that I wrote a farewell message to my friend:

"If the plane disappears from the radar, know that I have always loved you!" 😂

And then... I got on the plane and heard the captain say over the loudspeaker:

"Welcome aboard! We'll take off as soon as the flight attendants stop arguing about who's prettier."

The whole cabin was laughing - and so was I.

And then I realized: well, maybe it's not that scary. And when during takeoff I grabbed the hand of my neighbor - a complete stranger - he just winked at me and said:
"Don't worry, I'll get through this with you!" 😂

Now I'm not afraid of flying at all. Moreover, I love this feeling when the plane takes off from the ground, and the thought sounds in my head: "Where are you taking me, fate?" 😉

And you? Do you like flying? Or are you one of those who pretend to sleep the entire flight so as not to talk to your neighbors? 😏

How was your very first flight?

Was it exciting, funny, maybe romantic?..

Will you tell me? I'm really curious to know ❤️

Maybe someday we'll go on a trip together...🤗😘
And I don't panic on the plane anymore - I promise to hold your hand only out of tenderness, not fear 😘🌤️💋