There is something about flying that has always given me the hibbie jibbies. A sort of anxiety. Something about being in an airplane, 30,000 feet above ground in a metal log that in my mind defies all sense of gravity is just strange.

But as a restless traveler, plane trips have become a way of life and an almost necessary evil in order to satisfy the insatiable inside of me.

Even with that anxiety, every so often on those long haul flights, I will lift that little screen next to me and have a peek outside to see what is going on. And it’s at those times that I get a glimpse of the world from the most unexpected vantage point. At that moment I realize how small and insignificant I am in this great big world. At that moment I marvel at the beauty and grandeur of the world around us and realize how truly lucky I am to have the privilege to be up in the sky. To see the world in a way that that not many people get a chance to see. It is at those times that I realize that life is great and I am exactly where I am meant to be.

Happy Travels,


The view high above the island of Aruba.

The view as we are about to land in Cancun, Mexico.

The view of Mt. Etna as we are landing in Catania, Sicily.