Airports I Have Been.
Mar. 2nd, 2007 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19We lit out of Port Columbus International Airport this evening, bound for New York's JFK. Flying on Jetblue almost guaranteed our flight's delayed departure - we left more than an hour late.
As we waited in the terminal I reflected on the sheer number of airports I had been in - more, I think, than I can even count at this point. Paris Charles-de-Gaulle, London Heathrow, Los Angeles International, Dulles, Ronald Regan, BWI-Baltimore, Dallas, Chicago-O'Hare, Orlando Florida, San Francisco, Sacramento, JFK, Rome, Marrakesh, Merida-Mexico, Oakland, Denver... and places I can't even recall, that I flew into, out of, or through. Or have tried, unsuccessfully, to block out, as in the case of Newark International. (Actually the airport itself wasn't that bad, but the weather was foul... making the city seem to be in some kind of nastified funk.)
Anyway, it was just a fleeting thought... extrapolated to grandiose proportions in this blog entry... and it passed. The flight was uneventful - my favorite type - but the taxi ride was rather strange. In the end, though, we arrived at our trusty hotel, picked up some drinks from the Mom & Pop deli across the street, and settled in.
Tomorrow we'll head over to Met, and perhaps then I'll reflect on Museums I Have Been.
Or perhaps you'll be spared the agony.
Sweet dreams...
As we waited in the terminal I reflected on the sheer number of airports I had been in - more, I think, than I can even count at this point. Paris Charles-de-Gaulle, London Heathrow, Los Angeles International, Dulles, Ronald Regan, BWI-Baltimore, Dallas, Chicago-O'Hare, Orlando Florida, San Francisco, Sacramento, JFK, Rome, Marrakesh, Merida-Mexico, Oakland, Denver... and places I can't even recall, that I flew into, out of, or through. Or have tried, unsuccessfully, to block out, as in the case of Newark International. (Actually the airport itself wasn't that bad, but the weather was foul... making the city seem to be in some kind of nastified funk.)
Anyway, it was just a fleeting thought... extrapolated to grandiose proportions in this blog entry... and it passed. The flight was uneventful - my favorite type - but the taxi ride was rather strange. In the end, though, we arrived at our trusty hotel, picked up some drinks from the Mom & Pop deli across the street, and settled in.
Tomorrow we'll head over to Met, and perhaps then I'll reflect on Museums I Have Been.
Or perhaps you'll be spared the agony.
Sweet dreams...
