Through the cramped-screaming baby-tummy turning-turbulence filled flight, meditation was my friend. Each time the plane bounced or lurched as I tried to shovel down the mediocre airplane food in order to procure some sustenance during our eleven hour flight, I repeated the mantra,”You are safe, just breathe.” During the hours that the cabin was dimmed for “sleeping”, I moved my body thoughtfully to ward off feelings of discomfort. Learning how slow I could roll my ankles or point and flex my toes, helped to stave off feeling claustrophobic. During the moments where it seemed like we had been in the belly of the beast for an eternity, I reminded myself that the present is fleeting and this trip that I've been anticipating for months will be over before I know it, so not to wish one moment of it away. And of course, eventually we landed in Switzerland.
As soon as we touched down in Zurich, I felt a physical and metaphorical sigh of relief come over me. As we disembarked, this sense of wellness followed me into the airport, which seemed so quiet, pristine, and calm. After a brief wait in the passport line, we exited the airport, and within seconds, I spotted the shuttle to our hotel. Before we knew it, we were in Kloten, checked into a simple but impeccably clean room, where we were able to freshen up and deposit our bags.