I love everything about them.
I love people watching. I like to make up stories in my head about who they are and where they’re going and whether they’re happy or sad.
I love browsing through the kitschy merchandise at the stores. I think the city- and state-themed merchandise is awesome and can’t wait to get LB souvenirs from the places we visit (cheap pewter spoon, anyone?).
I love the little food kiosks and the nice restaurants and the terrible chains selling greasy crap and the totally out of place establishments (like the “authentic Irish Pub” I’m currently sitting at in Dallas).
I love the magic of getting on a plane and sitting there and getting off hours later and voila! You’re hundreds of miles away from where you started and you didn’t have to do anything! And someone brought you a ridiculously tiny pack of delicious peanuts and 1/2 a can of coke while you traveled!
I think SkyMall magazine is the best thing ever. I wish I had the space and money to justify getting one of everything in there. I mean, who doesn’t need a life-size Sasquatch for their backyard?
I love having the time (or essentially being forced to take the time) to read that special book or trashy magazine I’ve been saving for my trip. It’s one of the few opportunities I get where I can sit and read for hours and not feel guilty about “wasting time.”
I even love (or at least don’t really mind) the pain-in-the-ass security checks and general grumpiness of the airport staff. It’s part of the experience and a trip just wouldn’t be the same without it.
The few times I’ve flown first-class it’s been even more awesome, if that’s imaginable. The First Class Lounge in Munich had these absolutely enormous soaking tubs, for the passenger who couldn’t wait to get to their destination before having a wash. On the overnight flight from Charlotte to Munich, there was a multi course dinner (complete with appropriate alcoholic beverages), snacks, and a multi course breakfast. And they gave us pajamas to change into in case the fully reclined seats weren’t comfortable enough in our day clothes! (DB and I still talk about that flight in tones tinged with awe…)
But even when I’m not flying first class (like today), I still love airports and flying. It’s like magic for me.
So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to enjoy my Guiness at Tigin Irish Pub, shop for souvenirs at Buckaroo Tax Free, and then read The Master and Margaritawhile I’m magically transported back to my husband and daughter.