Cabin Crew Diaries:A Life You Can’t Imagine

Waking up at 6am. Taking the metro. Going to the office and seeing the same people every day.

No, we weren’t born for this.Counting days to the weekend wasn’t enough, we wanted to count countries, have a fridge full of magnets from all over the world, a picture of a kangaroo in Melbourne, a handmade bag from Saudi Arabia, a glass of caipirinia in the Seychelles, buy art in Portugal, walk through the flea markets in France, go on safari in Tanzania, admire the Taj Mahal, fly in a seaplane in the Maldives, enjoy the silence of the pyramids in Egypt.

Buying a beer in front of the beach in Los Angeles, packing our bags to travel the world, smiling while inside we are dying of loneliness, stacking our broken hearts in the hotel drawer and living our lives without regrets, without plans.

I know.. we hate work most days of the year but in the end it is a way of life it is what we choose.. alone at the end of the world we live the greatest loneliness a person can endure but we live hundreds of lives in one, the life that a normal person cannot imagine. We unpack to repack.

Most people don’t respect what we do, but we’ve seen it all, we know what it’s like to be a stranger in another country, we’ve been exposed to every culture you can imagine and survived, we can handle extreme fatigue and still go to work at 40,000 feet, we know how to talk to a billionaire and a hard worker with equal respect, we understand loneliness, we know how people react, how to talk, how to laugh, we are mind readers, bartenders, trained to protect your life, miracle workers and healers at 38,000 feet.

Immune to shock and surprise.A true traveler… a human.