Delta

My first international flight, which was also my first flight ever, cost $899 one way. It was scheduled to go from Buffalo to New York City to Manama to Melbourne. A snowstorm in Buffalo derailed that plan, so I ended up on a flight from Buffalo to Washington, DC to London to Singapore to Melbourne. This was back in the day when airlines took care of their passengers when things like this happened, no travel insurance needed, so my unexpected 14 hour layover in London came complete with a free stay in the Radisson Edwardian for the day, lunch, dinner, and transportation to and from the airport. Then I ended up in bulkhead seat (back in the day when you didn’t have to pay extra for those) on a double decker Quantas plane all the way from London to Melbourne. Not a bad outcome for a highly price conscious 19 year old.

I never played the airline mileage game until a few years ago, which was really a waste considering how much travel I did and how many miles I could have earned. I always looked for the cheapest flight possible. The best deal I scored was round trip on Air Transat from Toronto to Frankfurt, Germany for $425, all fees included, back in 2001 just before the TSA ruined airline travel for all of us. Sometimes I got lucky and landed deals on luxury Asian airlines, like Cathay Pacific from Melbourne to Bombay, with a free three day layover in Hong Kong. If you’ve never flown an Asian airline, you have to try it. Our first class is their economy. And I got an amazing package holiday deal to Iceland when Iceland Air opened direct flights from Denver to Reykjavik. Continue reading →

Vegetables

My parents were teenagers in the 60s and 70s and parents of young children in the 70s and 80s when microwaved, processed, convenient food was all the rage. I’m not even sure the word “fresh” was in the dictionary back then. So, besides candy, I grew up on a lot of Totino’s, Stouffer’s, Hot Pockets, Hungry Man, Gorton’s…anything you can find in the frozen dinner aisle. Except for iceberg lettuce and the corn on the cob that we bought from the farmers on our street in the summer, vegetables in our house almost exclusive came from cans. Asparagus in my world was those soggy, foul smelling, stringy green lumps that slid out of a Del Monte can. There is absolutely nothing to like about that.

Then I studied in Germany and lived with a host family who, apparently like all Germans, was crazy for white asparagus. We ate it for dinner the first night and many nights thereafter. Since I’m always of the “when in Rome” philosophy when travelling, I wasn’t going to refuse…and it turns out that I wouldn’t have wanted to. It was delicious. True there was some kind of sauce on it, so that helped (cheese on broccoli, anyone?), but the spargel itself was also really tasty. Continue reading →