So today was one of the rare times that I went to the airport alone AND was there a bit early.
But the time I stood there waiting for the plane to release the passengers, allowed me to realize two things.
The first one may just be this particular airport, but it seems somewhat run-down and dirty. From my childhood I remember them to be a bit more glamorous, there were more colors, more friendly employees in fancy uniforms… But then again, it might just be this airport…
The second thing was that an airport really is a fabulous place to watch people!! I found myself wishing for a more discrete camera than my phone… There were fascinating ones like the asian fitness buff next to me who was making dips while waiting… Or the Kansas-ladies with their rather showy hats (one was bright red, the other one black with fringe…)… Then you have the lost-pup guy in his early twenties frantically running between his phone, the map on the wall, his mother and the baggage clain… Or the regular-joe-gramps with old jeans, checkered shirt who had a granddaughter Gillian’s age greet him excitedly 
And even the absent-minded elderly gentlemen in pants that are 2 sizes too short…
Oh yes, I wished for a camera…
