Airports are one of my favorite places. As we were navigating the (huge) Dallas airport and figuring out the internal tram system to get from Terminal B to Terminal D, Eduardo commented that he wishes all flights were direct flights. I don't.
The airport is part of the adventure! The coming and going; the departures and arrivals; I find the tempo of it invigorating.
Of course, pre-2001, spending time in airports during layovers was even better. When non-travellers could go to the gate to meet their people or take them to the gate to say goodbye, airports were a place to see some of the rawest human emotion. Elated reunions and tearful goodbyes.
1999 to 2003 were my busiest travel years and I spent a LOT of time in airports during those years. I miss it. i miss the anticipation of seeing a new place and the satisfaction that comes with getting myself there, airports and all.
When we finally got to the gate in Dallas to meet the airplane that would take us to Corpus Cristi, there were 3 gum-smacking, smart-mouthed, laughing Georgetown co-eds also waiting for the flight, probably going on Spring Break to Padre Island. I didn't even pretend to not be listening to their conversation. They for sure wondered why this weird lady didn't mind her own business and make sure her toddler was sitting quietly rather than listening to their conversation, but whatever. It's the airport. Anything goes.
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I loath the airport! I'd rather go to the doctor... urgh, they stress me out so much! But I agree that it was way better when people could go to the gate, I used to love to meet people right when they got off the plane.
I love to people watch at the airport!
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