After the fantastic previous flight on the MD-11, I was somewhat worried on crossing the Alps on this smaller airplane, due to my horrendous previous experience on my honeymoon in 1977.
I got even more worried, as I was sitting over the wing, at windows as always, and I didn't see the flaps or slats being deployed for TO! Could the Pilot have forgotten? I was too tired to think the F100 was a different plane.
I was not thinking of eating either, when dinner was served. But the smell came to me, and it was a kind of Hungarian beef goulash, in fact the BEST airline meal I've ever had in my life, till now!
And the flight was another delight!
Zurich/Madrid