Tasha Che @ Tasha’s Travel Troves .
Our chat at the rear galley interrupted, he leaned in, firmly held my wrist and without breaking eye contact suggested I use the restroom, return to my seat and buckle-up. We would land… Read More
Blinking hard against the harsh fluorescent light, but glad to get out of the wind, I entered the Gander airport shortly after midnight. 233 strangers busied themselves finding restrooms and concessions. Hundreds of… Read More
Not sure if the late shift or lack of sleep was responsible but our bar tender handed me a vodka tonic strong enough to melt paint off the walls – the first sip… Read More
Everyone’s first sighting of Barcelona should be in the hour just before dawn; not under the same circumstances which lead to my flight landing at that hour but definitely, just before dawn. That… Read More