Silent Travel


Some people just need to talk. When I get on a plane, I want to put in my headphones, pick up my book, and drink my free orange juice. I don’t want to meet new people or chat about my travel plans. Unfortunately, the woman sitting next to me today didn’t subscribe to my non-interactive travel policy.

By the end of the flight, I’d learned that her mother died five years ago, her father frequented the same diner every day, she used to book flights for athletes, and she was working toward her teaching certificate. She told me her certificate program had flipped her courses, so she was taking the second semester before the first. She explained that she recently had to cancel a trip to Texas, but used the ticket to take this trip home.

She learned that I was visiting my family in Michigan.

Leave a comment. Just try it. It will be fun, I swear.