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Flying Sunday

It's been a while, I know. But time is really a precious asset and I have not been leveraging on it well enough... But today I did and I am proud. I threw all the plans out of the window and took the irrefusable offer I was made "Do you want to go flying today?". How does no work as an answer there?
Here is one of the c. 30 airplanes you could see there. First reaction from our pilot: "Why are all these planes here, don't people realize it is an amazing day for flying?". Well, I had not untill he told me so!
But the best is still to come, as the only girl in the group I got to ride in the front, get first view in take-off, listen to the radio of the air control all the time (we get Boston airport frequency), check the map, speeds, everything...






I guess throughout the way we were some quiet passengers, in the wonders of realizing you are on air, the curiosity of identifying different places and the struggle to take the best pictures as we pass the Harvard Campus. But overall, Dan says he had a good time, and he is the pilot, so he has the last word on it!

How do I look, next to Dan as a pilot?


With the time asking me for sleep and a 3-case day tomorrow, I skip all the other themes I wanted to post and leave you with these pictures... on air!

Me and Fabrizio, holding to our headsets, reading to go flying!


I guess the guys were having fun in the back too!

For those of you who do not know Boston (like I did not), here is the view of the city, coming from west

And here is Harvard Businesss School. You can see the stadium and several football fields on the left (below the river line) and a couple of buildings on the right. The red agglomerate is Soldiers Field Park (where I live) and the white tower is One Western Ave (just next door)!


It's true, that when we arrived we had no clue of what to expect!


And at point we even got confused on how things worked over there! But it all worked well...
And we even got to direct other planes on the way!

It was a very fun hour, and by the end of it we were extremely proud!!



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Anonymous said…
fiquei cheia de inveja, deve ter sido uma sensação maravilhosa. kisses
24 September, 2007 09:36
Anonymous said…
Coragosa! Continua a divertir-te assim em grande!
Beijinhos
Filipa
24 September, 2007 12:03
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