
As I start packing for my upcoming trip to Italy, I cannot help but stress a little. Will I be bumped from my flight? Will there be delays? Will I get stuck at the airport? Will my luggage arrive with me? Before entering the wine industry, I did a lot of domestic traveling, staying in hotels for a week at a time. Travel woes were a rare occurrence back in 2015, when I took my last business trip. Today, it is a normal part of post-COVID travel.
When planning this first international flight since 2003, I was shocked by all the changes in the industry; it was mind-numbing. With no travel agent to book my flight, I went online to look at airfares, stunned by the options just for a regular coach seat. Basic was the lowest fare and included only a carry-on, maybe a seat. Main Cabin includes one checked bag, carry-on, and a seat. Premium includes two checked bags, carry-on, priority seating and check-in. Does anyone really pay premium to sit in coach? And who travels internationally with only a carry-on, other than questionable characters?
This past January I traveled for the first time since 2015, celebrating a milestone birthday with my niece and some friends for a weekend. It was very eye-opening to discover I was actually able to travel with only a backpack, which qualified as a carry-on. The size limitations for said pieces has changed dramatically. People were pulled from the line and charged for what was once classified as carry-on luggage, while others had too many carry-ons, thinking they could divide and conquer. Since it was winter time, at the suggestion of my frequent-traveler niece, we all hid our second item under our coats. The stress and the games are absurd!
I am not condoning the recent upsurge of violence on airplanes, but when you consider all these factors, it might explain why it is happening. Stress is number one. Add to that, what used to be coach, is now divided into three sections – steerage, commoners, and elite. Then combine that with alcohol and, generally, unstable people. Coach has become confusing and a free-for-all.

As I embark this coming Tuesday on my late night flight, my goal is to find my chosen aisle seat, put on my neck pillow, hopefully pass out, and wake up in Rome. You may be asking yourself what this all has to do with wine. I am also concerned about bringing back my favorite bottles in my suitcase. In the past, I always snuck in more than the two bottle limit, hiding the extras in my boots and dirty clothes. Are drug-sniffing dogs now trained to also detect alcohol? Hmm! I think I will take my chances!








