April 6th, 1989

April 6th, 1989

Flight from ATH – LGW

Copthorne Hotel, Gatwick

Bliss is being in bed with Ben, which I presently am. He’s already asleep and it’ll probably take me a while to write this because I find myself gazing at him so much. Ah, be still my beating heart.

Felt pretty shitty when I woke up (in Athens!) this morning. No surprise there! I was sorely tempted to stay in bed but had agreed to meet some of my crew and as it was my first time in Athens, I felt I had to get up and at least make an effort.

A bunch of us went to the Acropolis, from which the view was incredible. Our guide was a very appealing, young Athenian and I particularly loved the way he pronounced, “Byzantine.” Sitting on the steps of the Acropolis, with that view (and that accent) feeling the warmth emanate through the ancient stone felt rather fantastic.

Back at the hotel, I tried to sleep before pick up but with a lingering headache (aka hangover) all I managed to do was toss and turn. Served me right for drinking so much. I think I just wanted to forget everything last night. Plus, being with the family of the deceased man really upset me. And no, I’m not using that as an excuse for drinking too much but I think it all played a part.

Our flight was two hours late leaving Athens but there was no fear of going out of hours with a flight time of only four hours. Super busy flight, with not even one empty seat.

When we landed at Gatwick, I got paged by the ground crew and went up front to find out why. The ground agent passed me a note, which is how we, or the passengers, receive any messages. I tore open the tiny envelope and the message was from Ben.

I couldn’t get off the aircraft fast enough and felt so excited knowing he was so close. Of course I had to get permission from Dennis (Cabin Service Director) to skip using crew transport to the hotel, because Ben was waiting for me outside Concorde House. I had no idea he was coming to meet me so it really was a great surprise and I was ecstatic to see him. I have to say that coming home to Ben is the best thing ever.

We drove (well, Ben did) here to the hotel, provided by British Airways, because our flight back to Athens tomorrow night leaves from Gatwick and not home base, which of course is Heathrow.

Back when I did my training with Air Europe, this is the hotel we stayed in for six weeks, but I certainly didn’t get to enjoy it the way I did tonight, doing what two wildly in love people do when they find themselves in a hotel room with an enormous bed.

A girl could really get used to this xxx

 

 

 

 

 

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