FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES
WE LANDED ON Heraklion, the largest city in Crete, fizzy with the excitement of being in a new place. Corinne, my flatmate, and I had no plans, not even a guidebook. The year was 1978, and we’d chosen our destination at random, drawing upon our perks as flight attendants. Just six hours earlier, we had arrived at London’s Gatwick Airport with nothing but one bag each and a week’s vacation. Within 15 minutes, we had chosen our destination, received our tickets, and headed for the gate. Now, as we walked out into the sunshine, we were about to do what we’d done from the moment we’d begun traveling together: Wing it.
I’d met Corinne on our first day of training to be flight attendants. I was 21, fresh out of college in London, with a desire to see the world. As an insolvent graduate, I wanted someone else to pay for the travel, so I
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