I usually try every possible alternative when planning vacations. I will spend three days travelling across Canada on a crowded, noisy, uncomfortable Greyhound just to avoid leaving the ground. Unfortunately, last I heard, Greyhound hasn't a scheduled route to Cuba. So, I'm going to have to suck it up and get on a plane. It helps that I'm travelling with my daughter. It also helps when I can sit near the front so I can watch the fixed smiles on the faces of the stewards trying to judge their sincerity. I think I should be able to tell when the smile changes to a "We're all doomed" expression.
I also refuse to sit next the window. It's a sort of "If I can't see it they're not there" attitude to clouds.
I've never tried taking a pill to help the fear. Instead I usually rely on a double black rum and coke before getting on the plane. That usually keeps me calm till the drinks cart trundles down the aisle. The problem with this flight is that it's in stages- three take-offs to get there and three take-offs to get back, interrupted by a layover in a Toronto hotel. Our final stage leaves at nine am. I wonder if the hotel restaurant serves rum and coke that early?