There's something about people-watching in an airport. I sit and wonder about other people's destinations, their upcoming adventures, the business they have to take care of at the next stop. Families, friends, lovers, lone travelers are all brought together by trips of different intents and purposes.
And when the passengers have gotten off, the luggage claimed, and the plane cleared for another takeoff, it's wonderful to see excited tourists drive off to their escapade and families happily reuniting. As I step out of the airport and into a new or familiar place, I realize the trip is just as thrilling as the destination.
As I sit here waiting for my flight I realize why airports feel like they're all the same. It's the feeling I get facing the prospect of new experiences, visiting foreing places, being with old friends again, or going back home. Sure, the waiting can be a bit tiring but it's only because a destination is awaiting my arrival.
February 4, 2011
NAIA terminal 3
Waiting to get on a plane to Cebu :)
