It’s been a long time coming.
My last flight was in March of 2020, coming back to Maryland from a trip to New Orleans right before the world started to close down and I’ve been itching to get back in the skies ever since.
That opportunity came when we booked our trip to one of the only countries in the world that wasn’t requiring some sort of quarantine, Costa Rica. A few days before our flight, we had to make a quick change of destination to Mexico.
When the date arrived to walk down that glorious, skinny aisle, I was met with quite a few surprises:
It was much busier than I expected it to be. The long term parking lot was packed full and the bus from there to the terminal had no empty seats left and a young family packed themselves in at the last stop. Everyone was very good about wearing masks, however.
Getting through TSA and airport security on the other end was the easiest experience I’ve ever been through. The process was quick and the security officers were all very pleasant.
Our first flight was pretty empty. Flying on a Boeing-737, the first class and main cabin extra seats were full, then it was empty until you got to our seats in the back dozen or so rows. If anyone has a good read about the weight distribution of “not full flights”, please link it in the comments below.
The next three flights (first leg was BWI to CLT, then CLT to CUN on an A321, and the reverse) were full flights. My seating arraignment was middle, middle, aisle, middle, which I didn’t mind one bit. Now, while most of my 6′ frame is built of lanky torso, I still felt like there was plenty of leg room available. Our flight from Cancun to Charlotte was the only one with a little bit of discomfort when I sat next to a woman who I think was named Ms. Elbows.
The flights were all super quick, with the longest being 2 hours 30 minutes and I was able to nod off for a good chunk of the airtime.
Overall, I felt safe and American Airlines definitely had a commitment to ensuring all mask protocols were being met. I can’t wait to fly again.