Good memories
En-route from Berlin to The Canaries, I mentioned that we had recently flown over Lourdes and were about to overfly Fatima. Don't ask!
Soon after, the No 1 asked if a woman and her two boys could visit the flight deck. She told me that she was a Catholic and had always wanted to visit both shrines.
I explained that we were six miles away from Fatima as we passed overhead. She insisted we all join hands and said a very heartfelt prayer for us, the crew, the passengers and the airline.
Moments like that made the difference!
I also remeber the Spanish Omlette brought out to us on the turn around in Kavala, of all places, in Eastern Greece throughout the summer season. The agent would never accept a drachma, as it was in those days, for the quite substantial meal.
I also well remember a pretty young Spaninsh agent in Ibiza who went above and beyond the call of duty one summer in the early 90s, but that is not really a suitable anecdote for a public forum!
I hope this stays in R&N for a while, we need some light relief!