Even though I don't care much for heights, flying doesn't really bother me. I'll even volunteer to sit in the window seat. I've only flown three times in my life. The first time was for my honeymoon nearly 10 years, then there was a trip to Memphis about 18 months ago for St. Jude Radiothon conference, and finally last September when my wife and I took a trip to New Orleans. With the exception of some brief turbulence on the way back home from Evansville, each flight went pretty smoothly. But if I had to go through what passengers on these planes in Northern Spain experienced during landing, you'd have knock me out before I got on a plane again.