My bags were swiftly taken from my hands the moment I stepped onto the curb of the private JSX terminal at Santa Monica Airport. I was ushered inside, walked directly up to the only counter there, handed over my ID, and got my ticket. Next up was security. Shoes on, no line, no sassy TSA agents. From there, I walked straight onto the runway and boarded the public-charter jet service’s 10-row airplane. I had my own single-seat row, with a plush leather seat and a cocktail table on the side facing the aisle.
“Champagne or wine?” the flight attendant asked. The snack tray came next, and taking multiple snacks was encouraged. Between sips of wine and a little high-speed browsing on the free WiFi, the hour-long flight flew by. By the time we touched down, I felt completely pampered like a billionaire. And arriving at Alila Napa Valley, I knew the feeling was only going to continue.




