Birte

Where women in general seem to be addicted to shoes and purses, something went wrong with my DNA and I got addicted to airline tickets instead.

Seeing a campaign fare to Buenos Aires does the same for me as a pair of Manolo Bhlanik's in a shop window does for the New York woman. I cannot resist an impulse buy, and 15 minutes later I've maxed out my credit card once again.

How the hell can the smell of fresh leather from a shoe compare to the smell of a new country? That complete sense-delight when you walk down the stairs of a longhaul flight. The scent of something unfamiliar and exciting, the sounds of a new language and the way the foreign air feels on your skin. All this mixed with a large dose of expecations. Seriously - how can a shoe compare to this? I understand why a dog would choose the shoe, but women? Why the shoes? Come on girls - get on a plane!