10 hours down, 10 to go.
As I am sitting here at an airport internet spot, I am pondering some facts about traveling. Seriously. How crazy is it that I woke up this morning in Seattle, had my breakfast, went to the airport and 3 movies and 3 meals later I am now sitting in the Netherlands?! I made it half way around the world and now I am waiting to go to a slightly warmer climate.
Airports are funny. The whole process says a lot about a person. I mean maybe I am ahead of the game or maybe behind, but I think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they travel.
Through the baggage claim you see the businessmen with their solitary suitcases, you can always point out the college students in their sweatshirts. The ‘cruise couples’, usually older, wearing their full matching work-out suits, with their luggage room tags already pre-attached to their bags… the list goes on and on.
From my experience, I have found that flying is a time for comfort. Most people who know me in my everyday attire will take note that I am usually put together. Flying Marissa on the other hand knows that she will soon enough be folded into some sort of yoga pretzel pose on board flight in order to catch some zzzzs so what is the point of dressing up for a high altitude nap?
Sure you want to impress others. Especially when you hit foreign soil. But with a backpack bordering 60 pounds on your back and the idea of 20+ hours of travel, I say screw appearances. I know I look like a 12 year old boy.
I do find it amusing though. Just sitting here, watching all the people pass. I love international travel. I swear there were only 5 other Americans on board and since my flight was primarily a connecting flight. The passengers were from all over the globe. The man in front of me was headed home to India and the kids on the flight spoke a variety of European languages that I vaguely understood.
I am currently sitting one story above the moving travelers below watching them move from one flight to the next. Hippie Australian backpackers, some colorful posse of South Africans, an Amish kid, the Japanese… Oh did I mention the 20-somethings carrying the artillery!? Oh Europe and the need for armed security.
Oh yes a Euro Mullet! I may have just found my traveling twin.
Time to move along. Hopefully I will sleep on this flight. Man, I usually can knock myself out before take-off, but that last flight was rough. I think I am just anxious. I actually watched 3 movies but couldn’t read, couldn’t write and the thought of listening to music was just not satisfying. Too many thoughts running around my head. See you in Kenya.
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