Hi guys! My name is Matina. I’m Canadian, born and raised. I don’t tan; I burn. I have crazy blonde hair, that looks like permanent beach hair. I have blue eyes, that seem to confirm my pale complexion. And if you’re wondering how a basic white girl got stuck with a name that requires me to repeat it at least twice to every person that I meet at the bar, well blame my mother. She had an art teacher named Matina, and my mom loved the name so much that she told my dad he didn’t have a say in the matter, their first daughter was going to be given the name.
But aside from my name, I’m pretty much your average Canadian girl. I grew up in a small town north of Toronto. The kind of town where guys wear cut off plaid, the grocery store is a social event (so look your best), and the hockey rink is your second home. I’m a recent graduate from York University, where I studied languages and literature.
As for traveling, I was lucky enough to be introduced to traveling at a young age. When I was eighteen months, my parents took me on my first trip to Costa Rica. Apparently, the other passengers were mortified when they saw such a small child on the airplane. Fear that they would have to listen to a screaming baby for the duration of their four hour flight. However, according to my mother I didn’t cry once. Passengers came up to my parents at the end of the flight commenting on how well behaved I was. My mom proudly retells the story as if it was her great parenting that kept me quiet the entire flight. I like to think I was just born to be a traveler.
Like most, my traveling started with family trips down south. We did the typical all inclusive vacation package with the occasional off resort excursion. Even though the excursions were completely designed for tourists my parents felt it was important that we get a glimpse of each foreign country’s reality. Eventually, my traveling branched out to trips supervised by teachers. In grade seven, my french class went to St. Donat in Quebec. It was an amazing experience that taught me there is such thing as too much maple syrup. Next, on the checklist was an unsupervised trip to Florida for March break. After high school my traveling upgraded to the big solo Europe trip. My university offered a study abroad program in France; which is where I discovered my love for french food and french men. It was official, I’d been bit by the travel bug.
Naturally after university I had the urge to continue traveling. And just like many young broke students before me I researched travel tour groups. I looked for a trip low in cost, preferably one that required minimum planning (after exams the least amount of work, the better), young fellow travelers, and if I’m being completely honest preferably a tour that consisted of young single attractive men. Unfortunately, none of the tours seemed to fit my criteria. Or at least one criteria; my budget. I was made aware of the harsh reality that traveling wasn’t cheap. My first lesson of the adult world; nothing is free.
That’s when it dawned on me. If I couldn’t afford to travel, then why not find a job that would pay me to travel? And that’s when I was introduced to the airline industry. I applied to work as a flight attendant, and was fortunate enough to be one of the selected candidates. The training process was long, and stressful, but completely worth it. I love my job. It’s like no other. One minute I could be grabbing Tim Horton’s at the drive thru, and a couple of hours later I could be sitting under the Eiffel Tower drinking a bottle of wine. I get to stay in these extravagant hotels. So extravagant that if it weren’t for the company paying for it my flight attendant salary would not cut it. However, superficial perks aside it’s the people that really make the job. I get to work for a company that makes me feel like family. I get to meet new people every flight, and really get to know them. I know that sounds cheesy, but when you’re stuck in a small space with nowhere to go you’d be surprised how quickly you get to know someone. People and places are both huge perks to my job. But perhaps the best perk is the opportunities it provides me.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had a passion for writing. People would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I’d say I want to travel and write. Well, I now have the ability to do both. So I decided to combine my two passions and share them with you.
I hope you enjoy!
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