Monday, 15 August 2011
My lovely husband thinks I am mad.
He hates airports with a passion.
But I really do love the space, the vibe, the light, the noises and the smells of an airport.
As a child I would travel up to Heathrow and meet realtives off planes. I loved the excitement then, and despite having travelled a lot since then, I still love a busy airport. Their size blows me away. Even tiny airports are impressive.
I love to get to the airport early and check in early. And then I can shop a little - perfume usually.
And then I can peruse the book stall. Airport bookshops are overt in their promotion of the trashy novel. They have whole shelves dedicated to"In Flight Reading". How I love the promise of an embossed cover!
Coffee from one of the many stalls.
Toilets where the lighting shows up every wrinkle, but is also brilliant for the middle aged business of plucking.
Minimal chit chat.
Time to read, to think, to people watch.
The anticipation of a snooze on the plane.
What's not to like?
Am I the only one? Airports: do you love them or hate them?