Taking Off

“It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, ‘As pretty as an airport.'” — Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soulimage

At long last, we are on our way. We’re through check-in and are at the gate. People- watching is always fun, but more so at the international gates. We’re surrounded by a cacophony of languages, French, German, and a couple  I couldn’t guess.

A mother in a headscarf  and a long brown dress sits with a couple little boys. One is draped on her knee, napping, and the other one is chattering nonstop. She’s on the phone, speaking French.

A bunch of young men are dragging scuffed-up backpacks, one with a soccer ball secured in a net. I stood behind one of these guys in the TSA line, and my nose told me that he may have come straight from a steamy hot soccer game to catch his flight.

A young woman in a full-length laveder dress and hooded cape stands in a line next to a girl in denim cut-offs. Dress for travel takes many forms, and I can’t help but recall my first flight, when my Uncle Al put me on a plane– actually getting on board with me to be sure I found my seat. I was wearing a suit, dress shoes, and nylons for my trip from Boston to Chicago, when I was fourteen.

Just about everyone is drawn in to some electronic device, but Mike is reading a real magazine. Another guy has a Grisham paperback. A real book almost seems quaint, but the advantage is that we snoopers can see what other travelers are reading.

Getting on board soon. Au revoir, mes amis!





2 thoughts on “Taking Off

  1. Bon voyage! I suspect that your traveling ensemble is somewhere between cut-offs and the suit you wore when you were 14. (When we were kids taking the train to Chicago – Kath and I wearing our Easter dresses, patent leather shoes, and white gloves to sit up all night in our seats (kind of like the overnight flight to France) – I recall looking wistfully at a couple of little girls our age, seated across the aisle, wearing shorts and tee-shirts. I assumed, of course, that they must have been Protestants. As Catholics, we had our standards to uphold.

    Anyway, can’t wait to hear about your digs, your neighborhood, your adventures.

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