Traving from DC to Grand Cayman, my bf offered me his first class seat since I don’t get that experience often. I enthusiastically accepted the offer.
The hot wash cloth began the happy travel. Ummmm.
Alcohol and food. OMG. I always had a full glass (real glass) of white wine throughout the trip. When the hostess began asking other passengers what they wanted to eat choosing between salmon or beef ribs, I noted that everyone before me was ordering the beef. I felt peer pressure to also chose the ribs and I’m glad I did. The presentation was very good but the taste was amazing. It was as good as any Santa Barbara restaurant offered.
The fun concluded with a warm chocolate chip cookie. I sighed in contentment.
I was a happy camper going through customs.
Welcome to vacation!