I went to the airport today. That was the highlight of my day. As expected, I got lost on the way, ended up in the wrong terminal and got back on the highway trying find the parking lot.
I find airports amazing. I was there two hours before the arrival time and I did not mind at all. I ate first. Pearson has the best hot dog. Then I settled at a our-patrons-only table for more than an hour and a half with only a can of coke in my hand.
I watched silently. International arrivals must be one of the most romantic and dramatic places to be at the airport. Hugs are tighter, tears are commonplace. People are dressed nicely and enjoy waiting right in front of the doors behind the thick glass so that they can be spotted immediately by their loved ones.
Needless to say I had tears long before I welcomed my father. The sight of a grandmother that was almost knocked down by the enthusiatic embraces of her two grandchildren, the dissapointment on the face of the nervous man with the red roses when she did not arrive afterall, the christmas camp group of ten year old boys that were flooded with love from the mothers whose have been waiting patiently for the very delayed plane. When it was my time for uniting with family, I was more than ready....
If you feel as gloomy as I do after a visit to the hospital or a trip to the ER, taking a short trip to the Arrivals terminal is the best thing you can do in order to remind yourself of hope and the beautiful moments in this rollercoaster called life.
I arrived home late. I got lost on the way out and took the right highway but towards the wrong direction! Do all the airports have to be soo complicated?
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