Spain

“Flight 23 non-stop to Italy now boarding,” the speakers blared. It was time to leave for Europe. All around us people rushed back and forth, flying up and down the escalators, impatiently waiting for an elevator. The sound of a leaving plane froze everyone as they peered out the nearest window confirming that they didn’t miss their flight. For my good friend Stacy and me things were a bit more casual. The tickets were bought, luggage scanned, and passports checked. Nothing but an utter feeling of excitement laid in our minds. Things would be smooth sailing from here…or so we thought.
The sunlight caught my eye as I woke from my deep sleep on the plane. The strong but steady distant sound of the engines had echoed to become a peaceful lullaby that I had fallen asleep to. Now, 3 hours into the flight, I waited comfortably in my seat.
“So, whatcha viewing out there? It’s nine o’clock in the morning you know. Should be nothing but sun,” I commented.
“Yup. Y...