cheap flights
When I decided that I was going to take a year off when I was done
with school, you can only imagine my excitement. I mean I had twelve
years in school involuntarily. Then when that fiasco was all over, I
actually decided to go back to school, and pay for it. So there I was,
six years and sixty thousand dollars worth of debt. This where the
average person may say that they want to call it quits on the
adventurous stuff and start being a bit more conservative. No sir, not
me, I was ready to go anywhere. My only thought was, “I hope I can find
some pretty cheap
flights.”
When I was in college I did all the
usual college stuff. I went to class and studied hard. I partied and
went to all the sporting events. I also took one year and studied
abroad. I remember taking one of the student
flights to France.
It was my first of many international
flights, and my first of many flights
to Europe. I was intrigued by the world outside of this
country and needed now to fill this itch that didn’t worry about money
or politics as I had forced my self to do for six years. All this voice
wanted to do was go.
Now aside from my fanatical side that
demanded that I throw away all I had worked, and spent, for to travel,
there was still a side of me that knew I would have to set myself up for
some kind of big finish or at least a home at the end of the road. So
for what I call the second phase of my adult life, I allowed my
financial voice to tag along. I would try my best to get the cheapest airfares
to Europe or any of the other International
airfares that I bought that year. I turned it in to this
funny little game where I would see how cheap I could make it to fly
from one area of the world to the next, without ever breaking my bank of
course. I eventually found out that if I just flashed my student ID,
every airline would give me student
airfare. I almost burst out laughing the first time someone
handed me a ticket that year reading, “student
Flight” as I hadn’t been a student for about six months.