6:49, push-back. On the freaking minute! I have left behind a year of delayed departures on LCCs and opted to go for a normal airline for my trip to Málaga.
It has its downsides, admittedly, a stopover in Bruxelles rather than a direct connection, but I think it’ll be worth it.
Departing from terminal A at TXL and not the embarrassing tin shed that is Schönefeld. No giddy teenagers trying to mask their nervousness with idle chatter.
Here it’s men in suits and women in costumes. Seasoned professionals who board the plane like a flow of water.
Man, Spanish people are well dressed. I’m developing an eye for it since I started tailoring.