The bitch seat of the skies is taking its act across the pond.

Your friends will cite a litany of plausible-sounding reasons for not wanting to go on a ski vacation this year: the cold, the potential to blow out their knee, the humiliating sensation of taking a messy fall and hearing some wisenheimer yell “yard sale!” as you collect your poles and hat and gloves and skis and dignity.

One of the more puzzling travel mysteries out there is how a 90-minute jaunt from, say, Miami to the Turks and Caicos will set you back $650, when an eight-hour journey across the Atlantic might cost a low $500.

By now it’s about as shocking to see historically cheap flights to Europe as it is to see Roger Federer win a tennis match.

Ask anyone who has ever been: The premier vacation spot in the United States isn’t even part of North America.

“Cheap” has always been a relative term when you’re trying to jaunt across the Atlantic.

You see the eye-popping prices in headlines all over social media.