Start Polishing Your Vintage Luggage Now
Lovebirds of the world, gather around and weep softly into your monogrammed silk handkerchiefs. For you have just missed what may have been the most outrageously glamorous, historically confusing, and bougie as a Bond villain vacation of the decade: A private jet tour inspired by Pan Am's golden era. Yes, Pan Am, your granny remembers, the airline that died in the 1990s but whose ghost now lives on in boutique nostalgia fueled luxury air tours for couples who feel that the only thing missing from their relationship is a little more atmospheric pressure and unlimited Champagne.
Get ready to leave marks on the tarmac from New York to Bermuda, Lisbon to Marseille, London to Foynes, and all the way back again. This trip was less a tour and more an airborne waltz through cities whose names sound best when whispered over oysters.
So how, you ask, could couples have spent this high flying fortnight? Let us count the absurdly fabulous ways:
1. Bermuda: Where Love and Linen Go to Die in Humidity
What better place to rekindle passion than Bermuda, where the beaches are pink, the rum flows like a therapist’s tears, and your linen shirts suddenly remember they're 98% see-through? Couples could have walked hand in hand down the beach, until one of them realized the WiFi isn’t strong enough to check Instagram. The romance of being truly present.
2. Lisbon: Tilting Trams, Tilting Moods
Lisbon, the city of seven hills and at least as many emotional breakdowns caused by trying to navigate them in designer espadrilles. Couples could have stared lovingly into each other’s eyes while hanging off a bright yellow tram, wondering whether they were sightseeing or just slowly dehydrating.
3. Marseille: Garlic, Wine, and Passive Aggressive Affection
What better bonding experience than sipping overpriced Rosé while arguing about whether bouillabaisse is "just fancy fish soup"? Lovers could have wandered the port, holding hands, pretending not to notice that each of them had Googled "best divorce lawyer in Provence" after the fifth glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pape. I'm kidding.
4. London: Where Romance Meets Rain and Royal Resentment
Couples could have spent their London layover arguing whether to spend £70 on tea at Claridge’s or just go for a “quirky pub” that inevitably smells like regret and pee I mean stale ale. Rekindle the flame and pose for selfies outside Buckingham Palace while pretending you’re not just cold and mildly hungover.
5. Foynes: Ah, The Final Frontier of Aviation Enthusiasm?
No one really knows why Foynes was on the itinerary except, perhaps, to honor the town's legacy as a flying boat station and the birthplace of Irish coffee, because clearly what every couple needs is more caffeine and whiskey. Still, what a magical place to toast to your love with a beverage that tastes like insomnia.
And Back to New York: Because Every Good Relationship Needs a Return Policy
After two weeks of curated romance in curated cities aboard a "bespoke private jet experience", couples would have returned to New York transformed. Not by the journey, necessarily, but by the realization that they now communicate exclusively through cocktail menus and passive sighs.
But Don’t Despair, Darlings—There Might Be Another
Bartelings, the mysterious entity behind this extravagant ode to Pan Am, may one day resurrect another vintage aviation fantasy for couples who think “luxury” means someone else booked the flight and peeled their grapes. So start emotionally blackmailing your partner now, dust off that neck pillow you bought for one ill fated Spirit Airlines flight in 2013, and be ready to RSVP for the next lap of luxury.
Because everlasting love might just be you guy's arguing in first class while wearing matching travel cashmere.
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