I love getting paid to visit friends and family. Well, I don’t exactly get paid to visit them, but I do get paid to fly down to their city and I get expense money to eat and a free hotel room to stay in.
I have visited people on layovers in Montreal, Ottawa, Calgary, Victoria, Miami, Atlanta, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Glasgow.
On layovers with loved ones, I have gone to pubs and for meals. I’ve gone for walks on the beach and have gone grocery shopping. I’ve babysat their kids and helped them select and cut down the perfect Christmas tree. Really, I’ve done just about everything.
When I went to Scotland, I looked up my long lost relatives who I had never met, and they took me under their wing, so to speak. They picked me up at my hotel and took me out to dinner to meet 20 more family members. They were so friendly and giving to me, a complete stranger, linked only by distant blood. I couldn’t understand anything they said due to their thick accent. But it was one of the most enjoyable and memorable layovers I’ve ever had.
Of course, there are also the times that you find yourself in the same city as your family and mates and you make sure you don’t tell a soul where you are and don’t update your whereabouts on Facebook because you just want to chill and relax on your layover, but you don’t want to offend. You just want to catch up on your sleep. Hope you understand.
flightmum 