As you may be able to tell, I’m in an airport. You can’t feel the carpet or smell the cleaning solution, but you guys know what I’m talking about.
All airports are basically the same, in my mind. I know some people have certain airports they hate, and others they just won’t even fly, but to me, one giant building with white walls and respectable carpeting is about the same as another.
I will say, this airport we’re in is SMALL: It seems to have a grand total of 10 gates. This is good, because I got ahead of the game and lost my group within the first 10 minutes of walking past the baggage check.
It turns out I was just the most on the ball, everyone else wasn’t past security yet. We’re fine now, and I’m sure nothing else will go wrong for this entire trip.
(Also, the cat is Bootsie. He’s cool. Natalie’s daughter requested that we being him and take pictures. Don’t mind if I do.)
The People’s Car 