When we flew from Madrid to New York, my husband cashed in some milage points and we upgraded to Premium Economy.
We were on Cathay Pacific, which is already a nice airline, so I was excited to see what a 12-hour flight felt like in Premium Economy. I know that a 12-hour flight in economy feels like purgatory with a side of angst, followed by a dessert of leg cramps drizzled with fear and self-loathing. I’ve flown the 15-hour flight from San Francisco to Hong Kong so I know there are plenty of long flights out there where going into a catatonic state during the last few hours is your best survival tactic. Actually, there is usually a slap-happy, giddy, embarrassing phase preceding the catatonic state.
I’m a twitchy flyer, and I don’t usually sleep on planes. Maybe Premium Economy would feel better.