Airports ... I have a pretty strong love/hate relationship with them. Last Saturday I got to experience the love part, as I waited several hours in the international arrival terminal for Jenny, who was coming home from England.
And tomorrow, the international arrival terminal will return to me my husband, who has been in South America for two weeks.
It is a pretty entertaining place to watch people. So many beautiful women (some in saris, some in blue jeans) and so many beautiful kids (some with home made signs and others with balloons.)
I had enough time to wonder who each person was picking up. There was a lot of excitement in the air. And I enjoyed watching people come through customs (some looking exhausted, some with way too much luggage, even some with dogs.)
I have a love/hate relationship with airports. I hate the departure terminal and love the arrival terminal.
And I cry at both.