Flying During a Pandemic

Flying during a pandemic
Masked and Mobile. Wheels up soon.
Masked and Mobile.

Let’s address the 747 in the room. We flew during a pandemic. There I said it. So I might as well share what it was like to fly on in June and July in what is the weirdest year of my life: 2020.

Airport was empty
If I’m honest it was actually a better experience than typical air travel. Not many crowds and everyone just SO happy they have some freedom to travel again.

I hadn’t been out too much since the Rona came to the States. Our abrupt return from Europe back in March is a story for another day.

I’d only been to a handful of stores in the past 4 months and out a few times for cocktails with friends sitting socially distant on patios. Living in our small community it has been nice to support small businesses when we can. But not having spent much time INSIDE anywhere made gearing up to head to the airport seriously weird. Think about it, an airport is like hitting up the grocer, the mall, an amusement park and indoor restaurants all at the same time. Wow it was stimulus overload just thinking about it. But I can tell you we dipped our toes in the travel waters and I’m happy to share what I think made it ‘enjoyable’ (or maybe we just call it ‘bearable’ because the act of getting from point A to point B during a pandemic shouldn’t really be labeled as enjoyable):

Photo Ops with the easy boarding
Still in PJ’s. Happy to add a new face mask accessory to her 6am flight uniform.
  1. Early flights: We took a 6:30am flight so I felt confident it was first flight of the day = cleanest? I thought of it as equivalent to those early morning shoppers hours they offer to the elderly and immunocompromised. The airport was not busy at all. We even found a prime parking spot as soon as we pulled into the carpark. Despite zero lines at security, TSA pre-check was still appreciated so we didn’t have to remove shoes or the 85 electronics that we travel with as small business owners and 2 kids in tow. As a test I went through the ‘regular person’ line and was out of security only 1.5 minutes after my family. NOTE: *in the eyes of a 6 year old, I was still the ‘loser’. We love us some competition.
  2. Bags of sanitizer: I put a handful of sanitizing wipes in multiple ziplock bags. Each bag had enough to wipe down our seating areas for each flight, as well as a few spare bags for our layover in Chicago. We would use all the wipes and then stash them inside an empty ziplock to throw away. It was like our very own virus capsule that I’m sure the TODAY show would love to get their hands on to test and scare the bejezus out of us all.
  3. Prayer. Ya’ll God wants to hear from you and He is listening. Pray for safety and travel mercies and look for opportunities to make smart decisions. Anyway, just mask up and don’t forget to send your prayers up too!
  4. Snacks: In an effort to keep things as self-contained as possible I packed every sweet and savory snack that my pink North Face backpack could handle. (I love this Lululemon backpack but it doesn’t hold near to feed a family of 4 on the road).

That’s it. Seriously – you don’t need to go crazy with your preparation. We wore masks and washed hands frequently.

Bags of sanitizing wipes. The new airplane activity to occupy the kiddos. This is 2020.

*Hand washing tip for kids (and some of you adults may need this too): We put a little ink stamp on their hand and they have to scrub hands until it disappears!

It has been 3 weeks since we’ve flown and we have all remained symptom/Covid free. Unless whining is a symptom. I’d say that a few of us have serious Post Travel Depression and aren’t fairing too well in the attitude department. 

As for more on our experience in flight here are some highlights of how different it was.

The required acceptance pre-flight.

Southwest: The ‘Chick-Fil-A‘ of Airlines.

We flew Southwest from DFW – Chicago – MSP. We refer to our beloved Southwest Airline as our ‘private plane’ because we could always change/cancel/double book/book at the last minute. Basically we could treat a flight on Southwest as if we owned the plane!

The best part is Southwest currently boards only 10 people at a time (no red carpet or welcome cocktail, but leisurely boarding is what private jets are all about). And they mandate that the middle seat stay open (unless you are traveling together and WANT to use it (we DID NOT want to. LOL. But really, we didn’t). They will continue to keep the flights at this reduced capacity that allows ALL middle seats to remain empty thru September. Or possibly longer. We know all changes are fluid these days. 

Middle seat empty on Southwest
Every middle seat stays empty!
Sunrise breakfast. Not always a fan of eating on planes but feeling grateful to have a meal at 40,000 feet.

Love Field. The Tranquil Library of Airports.

Her luggage tag says “You say lay over…I say Happy Hour”. LOL! But layovers are certainly less exciting when you spend it solely sanitizing and sitting. Away from others.

Before boarding it was almost eerily quiet. Recognizing that this may have been the first mid-pandemic flight for most of us, we were all stone-faced and listening as the Gate Agent described the boarding process and reminded us of the rules that we agreed to upon checking in.

During the flight they reminded us that masks are mandatory except while eating or drinking. And to help keep those actions to a minimum they walked down the aisle once with a pre-filled cup of water and a small mixed pretzel snack.

Upon landing NO ONE clapped!! And I would say that is the biggest win of all! Why do people clap when a plane lands? I’m all for supporting people in the job they are doing, but why are we clapping for the landing? I can tell you in my experience people don’t clap during pandemic landings. Well done humanity.

I will end this anecdote by saying that I also appreciated that no one was crowding around the baggage claim. You guys – you NEVER needed to be crowding in the same area of baggage claim. No one would listen to me on this opinion fact, but now that we are all scared of germs I hope everyone will see how easy it is to spot and grab your bag from a safe distance. 

Why are they smiling? Because their parents didn’t have to fight the crowds of people that think hovering at the luggage belt is necessary!

What are your thoughts on travel these days? Any flights you’ve taken or decided to re-book? Would love if you scrolled down to share in the comments 🙂

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Zee Last Zurich Flight

Eiffel Tower Family photo

As we slept soundly in our cozy Paris hotel room situated in the idyllic area of St. Germain du Pres, there was an announcement being made back in the USA alluding to a complete travel ban coming within 48 hours. Was it a game of ‘telephone’ gone horribly askew or did the announcement blatantly leave out some crucial facts to stir up a bigger mess? Either way jet lag (and pure excitement for another Parisian day) had me waking up at 3:30 am. I regretfully grabbed my phone to check the time – (why do we check the time when we wake up? How is that ever helpful to our sleep?) To my complete surprise, it was filled with over 30 text messages as well as long threads from the WhatsApp groups I have. 

“GET HOME BY FRIDAY” 

chocolat chaud {Hot Chocolate}
Greenley embraced everything that makes the French, French. She would want to stay too.

Do I wake Heath? No. Don’t panic. We will either go home or we will stay longer but nothing is happening at 3:30am. 

Was it my audible sighs or the light from my phone? Not sure but something caused him to stir and I just blurted out what I knew.

His response to my proclamation stating, “We need to leave now or we might not be able to get home”: “Perfect” and rolled over and went back to sleep. 

Ok, maybe it was discussed a bit more, but that is basically the result we both came to before falling back into a deep sleep only waking at 9am again. 

I’ll go into more details on our discussions and what the following days in Europe looked like if you are interested, but today I want to share what it looked like as we neared the end of our time in Europe. 

Sledging in Switzerland
Sledging in Switzerland
(ok, fine. It was a fun alternative to skiing)
Matterhorn family photo
Not a single cloud in the sky. Ski goggles are just the bulkier version of sunglasses.
Final ascent to grab a bier and lunch
Final ascent to grab a bier and lunch before sledging all the way down.

Sure ski lifts and mountain trains had shut down all over Zermatt (for those that don’t know our story, we arrived in Zermatt with SEVENTY pounds of ski equipment/gear to find out that we had lugged it all there in vain). But don’t feel too sorry for us – we learned about ‘skinning’ the mountain in true Swiss style and hiked daily to mountain top restaurants rewarding ourselves with delicious beers/views and sledging all the way down. But even with the ‘main’ attraction coming to a halt, the town bars and restaurants were still serving up yummy fondue and sincere hospitality.

It was hard to wrap our head around the urgency to return back to Texas versus enjoying what may be our last big vacation for a while. 

Hot chocolate on a swiss mountain top
Cute face, cute view.
Zermatt Bier
ZERMATT BIER after a 2 mile uphill hike = Liquid Gold.

Not that we even had a true choice. Delta would not even consider changing our flights unless we wanted to fork over 12 GRAND to fly home early. 

FRIENDS – I have never spent $12,000 dollars to GO on a trip. I was ABSOLUTELY not going to be spending even half that to COME HOME from a trip. early.

NOT HAPPENING.

I love Delta Airlines. And I had to trust that they would let me know when it was time to throw in the towel (for free). 

That ‘towel’ dropped Sunday when they cancelled our Wednesday flight. After being on hold for over an hour (they had long since done away with the ‘call back’ feature. I assume they were trying to weed out the callers that didn’t have an urgent enough need to sit on an international call for an hour) the lady gave me only 2 flight options:

  • Depart on Monday (tomorrow)
  • Depart sometime next week (tempting)

We would make our way back to Zurich (while my dad and sister sourced hotels WITH A POOL for our last night before we returned to zee unknown). Zee journey from Zermatt to Zurich is one to ‘zeecus’ later. 

Monday morning we traveled by desolate train only to arrive in an equally desolate Zurich airport. It was sad, but also incredibly lovely. Air travel with zero rush, crowds or that ‘pesky general public‘ has me dreaming of my grandmothers old travel photos. Where women wore hats and sipped martinis while boarding flights.

But I can assure you she never encountered the greeting we did as we arrived to check in with Delta:

*Gate Agent holding all our passports and lifting my sons new Swiss ball cap ever so slightly turns to me: “When did you graduate High School” (Is my anti-aging cream working or is this just an interrogation?)

His questioning continues (assuring me his first inquiry was not meant to be flattery): “What do you do for a living in the US”.

Well crap – how do I quickly explain that I mostly raise the kids, help my husband with his business, have my realtors license, do home staging as needed and also dabble in swim lessons during the summers. (Do I share all of this?) *I did*.

Gate agent was done questioning me. No one likes the over-talker.

Train to Flughafen. Empty.
Johnny Madison likes the over-talker. Because it takes one to know one.
(Empty Train Station in Zurich)

To Heath the Gate Agent asked, “How old are you” (See Heath – you too should be using a night cream).

“What degree did you get from University”? (Heath now has questions for him. BOLD!).

And suddenly the gate agent says we may proceed with checking our luggage.

Zurich Airport. Ghost Town.
May his eyes never see an airport so desolate again.

Later that morning we would board our international flight with over 200 empty seats. Before takeoff the pilot and flight attendants would both announce that we were departing early and this was Delta’s “Last Flight from Zurich”. Even the crew that flew the plane over were dead heading it back to the USA sleeping in First Class.

Over 200 empty seats on Zee Zurich Flight home
Over 200 empty seats on Zee Zurich Flight home

But getting off this plane would prove to be the most interesting flight experience I’ve ever had. And you know I’ve spent some time at 35,000 feet. More to come…

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