The plane is severely delayed.
Some people are angry and screaming at the gate agents, some are demanding compensation. Me? I just want to go home. It feels I‘ve been traveling for the past six months, the word exhausting can’t even begin to describe how I feel, mostly because I’m so numb due to experiencing ETS (excessive traveling syndrome).
But it’s always better to write, it distracts me from reality, the reality that chances are I will have to spend the night here or at least a few more hours. It’s already past 9pm and home is five and half hours away. That’s just flying time by the way.
A little humor goes a long way
Anyway, I’m looking around. I usually love airports -no right now but I usually do- and all I can think of is the airport in Tel-Aviv.
I’m not sure how old is this airport or who design it but that has to be the most beautiful airport I’ve ever seen. It’s majestic and it seems to be made out of glass. The main staircase and the monumental columns that connect first to second floor are just that, magnificent.
On the inside, the white ceiling shows its curves giving a feeling of being in a palace. It’s glorious and grant, just as a palace is.
Then you have the people, one word comes to mind when I think of the Tel-Aviv airport -diversity.
There is a healthy mix of people from different backgrounds which makes it one of the best places for people watching. I love people watching, it’s such a relaxing activity and airports are perfect for this.
Here in Raleigh it’s ok but LA is much better. More to see and wonder. Just right now I saw a woman going by with a cranky baby. Yea, I get it, I’m tired too. The woman looked stressed as well. Poor pair. I can’t imagine dealing with a baby right at this moment.
So, the flight is delayed by a couple of hours. Since I’m stuck here, as soon as I hit publish button, I’ll close the laptop and hide under my hoodie. Take a little nap while waiting for forever.