Fly

No, calm your small and easily excitable earmuffs, I am not going anywhere. I did, however, just go to pick up my dad from the airport as he has just returned from South Africa. Ho hum.

I will not go into a deep and philosophical rant about departures and arrivals, but only say that I like going to airports for 3 reasons.

1. I am going somewhere. Always (unless the somewhere is very cold and damp) fun.

2. I am meeting people. This is even better because I get excitement (and sometimes presents) without having to suffer (and making other people suffer through) plane face*.

3. I like seeing the arrivals gate. There's something really warm and fuzzy about seeing people greet the people they love. It makes me happy. Yes, I know, I'm like Tigger in harem pants.


(*Plane face is the horrible thing that happens to your face after being on a plane/in various airports for more than 9 hours. Every muscle in your face drops about a centimeter, your hair goes staticky and your eyes fill with hopelessness (I am never getting out of here). And yes, before you say it - first world problems.)


Here is a cool video. It's on vimeo, not youtube, because I am a hipster.

It is a quirky, amusing video.

http://vimeo.com/25568485


This next one is a place I would like to be.

http://vimeo.com/29932789


This next one is fascinating and inspiring, and about my heritage.

http://vimeo.com/8022760


I love you.