Come Fly With Me

I love airports.

I guess that is because I love to travel

and airports are part of that.  Even as

a child if someone was taking a friend

to the airport I loved to go along for the

ride.  I get a rush of excitement watching

people hurrying here and there, I want to

know where everyone is going, to hear

everyone's stories of travel and adventure.

This airport in Cambodia looks more

like a resort in the tropics and the

planes pull right up to the door like

they are buses.

Many airports, especially in Asia,

use such interesting building materials.

Bangkok airport has statues showing

Thai myths, with flower offerings alongside.

I never miss the Duty Free, I rarely

buy anything but I always test the

perfumes.  I spray the paper strips

and put them in my purse, many times

they have come in handy when in a

smelly subway or train and I can pull out

my perfume testers and have something

pleasant to scent the air.

Remember that your time in airports

is all part of the journey, try to enjoy yourself.

And how do you spot the Americans

in an airport?  They are at the table

with 3 laptops and an ipod...

I'll be wheels up this Friday

on a new adventure.

Vaya con Dios!