I cried in the plane like a baby!

Guys, I’m homesick.

And this has gotten me petty in so many levels that I don’t even understand myself. Yaani, I’m so sensitive it hurts.

For instance the other day on my way from Greece, I cried like an idiot in the plane.

So what happened?

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My boyfriend and I spent a whole week in Greece. While there we met good people. People with real smiles. Human. This was the first time in a long time that I met someone from another country that was interested in where I come from. People actually remembered the next day that I came from Kenya. And even though they didn’t bother to get to know my name at least for once I was more popular than my boyfriend.

One of the reasons I cried so much is actually because I met an Albanian lady who reminded me so much of my friends in Kenya. Zeta, alongside her sister have this heavenly place called Vefi’s .

We discovered it I think on our second day in Greece after a failed attempt to eat local food in our host hotel. It was terrible by the way. Or maybe we are just picky eaters.

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So anyway we went to Vefi’s everyday, sat at the same table and got different deserts and goodies for free after every meal. We fell in love with Greece. We fell in love with Crete Island. And most importantly made a new friend. Zeta, just like me, is very goofy and so you can imagine how happy I felt around her. Finally someone who laughs. I can’t remember the last time I saw someone laugh so heartily. From their heart. Perhaps that’s the reason behind her tasty food, cocktails and award winning orange juice?

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So anyway, when I got into the plane back to Sweden, I saw the Swedes faces. Serious, emotionless. Even the air hostesses sounded like robots while welcoming us into the plane. I actually didn’t respond or smile back to their: “I’m here to earn my money” smiles. And they noticed. So they had to repeat it. And because I was not brought up by wolves I responded. But I could not wait to reach my sitting position. So I could cover myself with my maasai shuka and cry. Cry because no one was smiling in the plane. Cry because I was going back to a country full of more angry people. So I spend 30 minutes emptying my tear bags while my boyfriend promised me heaven on earth. How he would make everyone smile just for me. I mean, that sound lame but you gotta give it up to the man. Coz I calmed down and slept.

Thanks for reminding me how to laugh hard Zeta!

Love Cate

14 thoughts on “I cried in the plane like a baby!

  1. You just made my day! I was also in Crete last summer to celebrate my birthday (and escape Sweden for a week!). We were at Vefi’s every single day. Amazing peoole delicious food. I hope to go back again soon and hopefully you will be there too!

  2. You are just a real and special woman! It was an enormous pleasure to meet you and your boyfriend! I keep saying that we don’t meet people by accident, everything happens for a reason! Keep laughing my dear no matter what. You deserve the best! ! Love you my lovely couple ❤

  3. Aki nimelia from totally getting where you’re coming from. Thank God you are a burst of sunshine usiwe na black sad souls kama wengine wetu na depression lol ???

  4. You know i was reading about the race one and kinda reread this and felt bad. Its not fair to say that about FAs because being one am not entirely smiling cuz am being paid. Even the restaurant owners are also nice to you because its their job description but they dont have to. If you’ve flown American you know what i mean. People are mean cuz they are. I can tell you first hand how bad it feels tonwake up at 3am and say morning to someone so brightly and they just walk past you like you’re a statue. So no to the “am here to make money smiles comment” i disagree.

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