It’s been months in the planning, but the day is almost here. Next Wednesday, I finally leave for vacation. London, Rome and Barcelona. Best of all, we’re flying Virgin Upper Class. (Thank you ridiculously well-hidden special fare sale!) I hear you get to choose when—and what—you eat. And I hear they always have a vegetarian option.
Add in the on-board massages, flat beds, bed-time jammies, and a walk up bar, and I doubt I’ll ever want to get off the plane. Mamma likes her luxury.
I’ll try to squeeze in another review before I go, but I’m not making any promises. So just in case, I’ll bid you adieu now. See you again mid-September, with lots of stories to tell.