Superstitions is something we laugh about when it’s brought up – until you realize that most of us practice them in all kinds of ways.
I’ve never seen myself as a superstitious type, but when my friend Jenny started talking about it a few days ago I realized that superstitions and habits had been there in the background all my life – especially when I travel …
It started with my lucky toy, a one-eared teddy-rabbit.
I brought it with me everywhere, literally: I took photos of him by the ancient ruins in Greece, on the beach in Spain and by a temple in Bali – if I traveled, he had to come with me.
One time I left him on the airport, and once I realized that it was gone my mum had to make the pilot stop the plane and wait for us to run back and grab it.
And who knows what would have happened without it being with me on the plane?
Today my toy is replaced with other habits, like the “appreciation prayer”, hand hold and kiss Nathan every time before/during take-off.
It’s not really a prayer, but every time before take-off I like to think about and appreciate my life, the people in it, of the amazing moments I’ve experienced lately, and yes, in some way – that I’m alive.
I’m not afraid of flying, but I like to know that just in case something actually would happen, I had appreciated my life.
When the plane starts going down the runway, accelerating speed, me and Nathan hold each others hands, and as the plane takes off, we kiss.
It’s a small thing, but it has become one of our habits, and together with the excitement of going to a new country I always get the butterflies.
My friend was telling me about her little travel superstition, which happens when she visits parking lots.
She taps the dashboard of her car whenever she pulls into an airport parking lot, with the hopes of suddenly being gifted with the most brilliant parking spot ever! :p
Most of the time it doesn’t work that well, something which doesn’t really need to be explained – but when it does, it boosts her belief in superstitions and she continues doing it.
Isn’t that funny how we give things chance after chance even though it continues to prove us wrong, but then last time when she tried at the Heathrow Airport parking lot and it (for once) worked – she was so certain that it was all because of the tapping.
In all the years that she has tried this insane ritual, this is the only time that it has actually worked, but who am I to tell her wrong, I have superstitions too.
I’ve told her next time she flies from Stansted, to go and stay in one of the Stansted Airport Hotels the night before if getting a good parking spot is so important, but I think she secretly likes the challenge and the stress of having to make it in time for the flight.
To be honest, I think many of us like the idea of having something that we believe brings us luck, it makes us feel safer when we travel, and in some way we build a connection between us and that silly “lucky item”, whether it’s a lucky coin, a necklace, or even lucky panties.
What travel superstitions do you have? Please share! 😉
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