Hello, all! Or as they say in Germany, “hallo, wie gehts?”And that’s pretty much all I’ve learned so far. I have had the great pleasure as of late to finally experience a new German town: Idar-Oberstein. As compared to the normal intensely sleepy town that we hibernate in on layovers, this city was a breath of fresh air. Continue reading
Holy smokes what a day!
Hello, all! I hope everyone is doing really well! Today has been a ridiculously long day. It started out at 4AM German time to intense wind crashing against my window and snow/sleet falling. After breakfast, Laura, Per, and Teryn, my crewmembers and friends, decided to go for a little walk. To my surprise it was a walk down snow covered vineyards to the nearby quaint village of Bernkastel. The town is very popular in the summer for its many vineyards and boat cruises on the Middle Mosel river. Cobble streets are filled with tiny boutiques and cafés. The buildings are really quite old, one from 1490 to be exact. Try and picture that! As Laura said, Bernkastel is exactly how you would picture a German town to be, especially down to the decorum. The town has a huge down period in the winter so we basically had the entire center to ourselves. It was a pleasant afternoon walk full of much needed fresh air with wonderful friends. Continue reading
Here are a few snapshots of a wonderful layover in Osaka, Japan. Cass, Alyssa, and I started the day early and eager to explore as much as we could. All we really knew was the general destination as we purchased our tickets from the train station with the help of a friendly clerk. In fact, every single person we interacted with was incredibly nice and helpful, even those in the train station.
Tonight I’m going to briefly write about something that I have struggled with for over a year now and something that I feel as if many people as well struggle with, some on a daily basis.
I’m going to talk about jealousy-goggles.
Sometimes I get very jealous. It’s hard not to when my every day involves watching co-workers on social media having the time of their lives on boats in Capri or walking around old towns in Romania. This month has been especially difficult as I’ve sat on reserve in Houston for what feels like a very long time (almost two weeks). But as I am now going back onto “Off days” and will soon be making my way back to my hometown where I can see my family, friends, and cats, I am forcing myself to look at my life with a different perspective. Instead of living with jealousy goggles, I am reflecting on the moments in my own life that I feel very fortunate to have experienced. It’s all about perspective. Sure, it sucks when you aren’t used for work, but it’s not always going to be sunshine and Tokyo.
This doesn’t just happen in the aviation business, but in every day life. With the huge constant presence that social media has in our lives, we are all infinity tied to one another (if we so choose to be). It is not uncommon for many of us, including myself, to start off our days reviewing Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, etc. to see what in people’s lives we’ve missed overnight.
Being tied to one another’s social media accounts can be a good thing sometimes. It can be inspiring, motivating, and knowledgeable just as a “Dream board” you would hang on your wall. I vision myself living the life of a successful travel writer, a determined creative director, and a creative, persistent photographer. I’ll scroll through feeds and see work that one day I hope to live up to.
The moment that becomes self-destructive is when we stop feeling inspired and turn our perspective into that of jealousy and resentment. The last two weeks have been an on going battle for me as I work to be okay with the situation I am currently in. For those that work 9-5 jobs, they may jealously look at those that post a new photo every day of a new place. For those that are constantly moving, they may jealously look to those that post about security and stability. The point is, one might want what the other has. One might want what many others have.
This post is mainly for myself as I have had to sit down, revisit old Facebook albums, and rethink my perspective on life. Yes, it has been slow for me for a little while, but no that does not mean that life stops. Really, it just took a reality-slap and a good, hard look at my past (and a look into my future) to finally feel okay with where I am again.
So, dear reader, if this makes any sense to you, and if you understand how I feel, listen when I say: Take off those damn jealousy-goggles. You have things that people want. You have goals to work for. Your life does not pause or stop because you don’t have it all. And, I think you’re pretty cool already. So make a list of things that make you proud; it doesn’t have to be full of fancy, expensive shit. It can be anything that makes you smile and makes you feel good for experiencing it.
Read more for mine. I’ve gotten to do cool shit outside work and because of work. I need to remember this more often
It has taken me almost 10 months to upload these photos and tell this story.I remember so intensely the adrenaline that arose from driving on the autobahn for the first time from Germany to Switzerland.
Flying into Tbilisi, tall abandoned cement apartment buildings lined up like Tetris were in great contrast to the open landscape full of valleys and mountains. I was able to get a new stamp into my passport, which is a huge relief as I was starting to feel a little antsy of working the same routes every other day. As soon as we got to the hotel, Cass and I hit the ground running.
I’m guilty of having the number of “pending posts” almost catch up to actual posts posted. So below is a complication of photos from three separate, quick journeys I’ve lived through in the last couple of months: Italy, South Korea, and finally, Home-home (South Texas). Enjoy!
I wrote about on an Instagram post (because, honestly, I’m a lot better at keeping up to date ((okay, minute)) there than I am on this blog ((mareyes15))) explaining that this Venice trip was very, very unlike my first visit years ago. Actually, now that I come to think of it, my first visit was in January, it was quite cold, and I was forced to wear a heavy pea-coat…well, this time, Venice decided to be unbelievably rainy. Now I’m talking complete downpour from the moment we got off the train to the moment we got back on. Though, as we were not even supposed to be in Italy that day, we happily accepted the rainy occasion. I’ll start from the beginning: originally, we had about 12 hours on ground. My crew and myself were staying 2 hours away from Venice, though as we arrived at nighttime there was nothing we could really do except eat and sleep. WELL, would you believe a massive lightning storm was also simultaneously occurring, causing a delay of the aircraft we were supposed to get on the next day. Well, this was followed by some heart pain of a fellow and then something about catering truck hitting the aircraft…(???) POINT IS: the aircraft was incapable of having my crew on it the next day. Guests were bussed to Venice and that next morning I trained myself over, too. Now I didn’t venture out alone. I had five wonderful ladies and coworkers to share this surprising wet day with. This trip, although began with all the intentions of seeing specific sites and riding certain gondolas, actually included none of that. Instead it was full of hiding out from the rain in a small, yet crowded, restaurant with wine on keg owned by a man named Leo. We stayed there all afternoon with our new Italian restaurant friends, even when the rain stopped long enough to where we could have continued on our way. Afterward, before getting on a late train ride back to our city we hurried around where we could and souvenir/bag shopped our heads off. This day will go down in history as one where I, without any conscious effort, lived life whole-heartedly and laughed enough to prove it. Plus we took so many selfies that day of our happiness, that there is physical proof!
Also, shout out to Briana whom first traveled to Venice with me years ago in the cold! We were just babies!
Osan, South Korea
I SAW JACOB SHIN. I feel like I can skip talking about everything else because none of it matters as much as seeing your best friend after months of being separated. And being able to see them on their turf just makes it so much more special! As soon as I arrived at the hotel in South Korea I ran up to my room, showered, and got dressed as quickly as possible. Soon enough, I received a message from Jacob saying he was there. I ran out of that room as fast as my tired airline legs would let me. It seriously felt like Christmas morning (or evening if you’re like my family). Anyway, point is, I was thrilled. I still am. We adventured out of the hotel, accompanied by Kevin my coworker, and made our way to a bigger neighbor city (the name escapes me) where we ate some yummy Korean barbecue and had some drinks. As much as it is a remarkable feeling to see a friend after time apart, it still quite hurts to leave them again. Here’s to future visits and then having you join us again in two years! Also, did I mention how great it was to have a native speaker as a tour guide? Oh man, I didn’t have to struggle as much as in Tokyo!
The first three photos are of Osan from my second visit to South Korea. I ate too many salty dumplings and bought way too many purses (one pictured). Packing my suitcase for the rest of the trip sure was entertaining.
South Texas: My family. My dear cat. Mexican food. Home.
There were a few reasons why I decided to go home during my off days. One) I just missed everyone, of course. Sometimes, especially in a job that requires you to live far away and never really have a “home”, you just need to go back to your roots and be surrounded by those that are forced out of blood to love you. (haha) Secondly) I had actually been quite sick during my Japan-Korea-Seattle turns and had to visit a clinic a couple of times for this dang sickness that never actually got diagnosed. (seriously, three doctors and no conclusion?) Anyway, I am 100% better now so horray! Thirdly) I woke up to an earthquake in Tokyo one morning and after alerting my mother (mistake) she messaged me- and I quote- “Baby come home”. So a worried momma got me a plane ticket home. Fourthly) Piper, duh. I love my cat. The end.
Errands were made, as usual. Mother even managed to sneak in a cleaning at the dentist. I visited my sweet grannies, finally got the chance to go to mass with my family, saw my best friends, shopped (as usual- totally thrilled to show y’all what I purchased once it is cold enough!), and cuddled Piper until she clawed her way out (kinda not kidding). Oh, one of the evenings, my family with my cousin Kaleb and my sisters’ boyfriends Rey and Rene, went out to Wallbangers for the first time where I ate an incredible, Mac-n-cheese filled burger with BACON. There is no photo so you will just have to trust me- it was wicked. Great company and totally delicious food! Overall, swell visit home. It put me back in the right mental/physical/health place to go on my next work adventure.