airports.

to me, there's nothing quite as exciting as an airport. I've been traveling internationally since age 6. some of my oldest memories involve flying. airports mean packing too many books in your carry-on because of an irrational fear of running out of things to do on the plane. it means begging for an "Archie" comic book that is then finished in under an hour. waiting to watch a movie you would never want to watch anywhere else...but is something you anxiously await while watching the same 6 episodes of "everybody loves Raymond" that they've been playing since 2001. the smell of auntie Anne's pretzels. running from one end of the airport to the other trying to catch your connecting flight. plastic cups filled with sprite. watching a flight attendant perform the safety routine for the 50th time...twice (once in English, once in Spanish). people watching. making up stories for your fellow travelers and wondering where they're off to. later on in life I even attempt to psychoanalyze my neighbor, based on actions and habits. I mean...airports are truly incredible places. all sorts of people from all over the world...all headed to somewhere else in the world. no matter where I'm headed, or how old I am, airports always mean one big thing to me: ADVENTURE!!