To fly over the pond, we often get two alone together in an exit row. Sometimes it’s economy plus, sometimes it’s just best available for Mr B’s status on DL.
Coming home from Stockholm this July it’s on a 757 (😳) and we couldn't even get aisles across. We’re one row behind one another. Luckily, I’m short and Mr B is thin, so we can survive better than others. We’re now up to spending about .003 of our net worth this year on travel, angter having booked a Crystal for Nov., and we aren’t interested in spending any more for that flight.
We are blessed.