Flight Delays: Cope or Mope?
Could there be two more dreaded words in the traveler’s vocabulary than “flight delayed”? This week, it’s been all over the news: It’s officially the worst time for flight delays in 13 years. To put that in perspective, the last time we had it this bad, O.J. Simpson was white Bronco-ing it along the Los Angeles freeway.
A few weeks ago, I dealt with a flight delay by taking out my cell phone and calling friends in my contact list who I hadn’t talked to in awhile. It ended up being a really nice way to reconnect. That I could actually enjoy a flight delay definitely freaked me out a little, but it also showed me that the best way to deal with something I had absolutely no control over was to just surrender to it.
Make no mistake–if I could choose somewhere to spend my free time, it wouldn’t be at the airport, but as someone who’s not willing to give up her travels, I’m stuck there on a fairly regular basis. I’m willing to bet that as passenger capacity increases, airports can only become better places to spend time in—after all, a captive audience makes for good business. If we’re already able to drown our flight-delay sorrows in an airport-bar martini, maybe one day our airports will have movie theatres, yoga studios, speed dating, and bowling alleys.
For now, I guess I’ll be waiting out my delays by composing the perfect grievance letter to the airline, catching up on Lindsay Lohan’s rehab progress with a lingering visit to the magazine rack, or searching for commonalities in all the people reading the latest Harry Potter book. What else is there to do? Since flight delays are here to stay at least for the near future, do you cope or do you mope?
My name: Rachel Berg.
Favorite way to get around: By Venetian gondola during starlit high tide, gliding past decaying and slightly spooky palaces, with perhaps a bottle of prosecco placed between the gondola seat cushions.
View that took my breath away: Unable to sleep in the mystical city of Sfat in Israel, I wandered outdoors predawn and was treated to a purple-on-purple sunrise below the mountaintop that seemed to emerge feet-first through ground-level clouds.
Greatest travel lesson learned: Sunny weather isn't everything. Some of my best travel memories involve go-karting through a deluge turned mud-fest in Mexico, drinking tea in the cold Denali tundra, and watching electric thunderstorms roll through national parks out West.
Most challenging travel moment: Getting leveled by altitude sickness in Cuzco and realizing that my body was forcing me to slow down and rest despite the fact that there was so much to do and see.
Travel ambition: To see the northern lights.