We hadn’t really considered the whole Brexit thing when we booked flights to Gothenburg on June 25th, but following the shock news we woke up to on the preceding Friday morning, there was nowhere we’d rather be than Sweden. What the hell happened with the EU referendum? How can people willingly choose to leave the EU and all of the benefits it brings? So it was with some hasty “NEVER COMING BACK!!!” texts we boarded our flight and bid farewell to a country we didn’t really recognise anymore.
OK, here it is, the painful first blog post. What to write? Why this topic?
Well, Norwegian Air essentially cured* my fear of flying. I hadn’t always been scared of flying and it’s really hard to pinpoint the moment I started crying hysterically when I had to board a plane, but there was a trip to Venice where I spent the whole time there figuring out how to get back by train. More flights followed where I came close to turning away at the gate, guzzled down Valium prescribed by doctors and then, eventually, opted to holiday within the UK to avoid the utter trauma of flying.