This post is dedicated to Alex Foote.
I arrived in Buenos Aires this morning! I'm horribly sleep deprived (I couldn't sleep on the plane), so I apologize if this post is incomprehensible. I will say lots of things about Buenos Aires later (short view: it's awesome), but now I will write about my six or seven hours in the Dallas-Fort-Worth airport!
I wanted to leave the airport and go out and explore Alex's hometown, but Becky was opposed to this plan, citing the hassles of going through security a second time and other reasonable things. So instead, we went to a lot of Texas-themed stores in the airport We tried on cowboy hats and belts, saw cowhide purses, found Texas postcards that called New England "damned Yankee-land,"and even stumbled upon a shot glass with the "Don't Mess with Texas" logo - and a rifle for a handle! I have pictures of these items and experiences which I will show you later.
On a completely non-ironic note, Texas/Southwestern jewelry is actually really beautiful.
Then, we found a yoga studio in the airport! Between two terminals (B and D, which for some reason are next to each other). The studio included an instructional video, so we did an hour of yoga. People walking by laughed at us, but that was OK. Then we just made piles of mats admired their squishiness, and then almost fell asleep doing relaxation. It was great.
We also rode the airport sky-train-thing (which runs without a driver: wait what?) around in circles for a while, to admire the Dallas skyline from a (very far) distance. And we talked with friendly Texas people.
All in all, a great airport experience :)
Miss you guys!
haha, oh my goodness, my favorite part of this is when you said that B and D terminals were next to each other. DFW airport has got to be the most confusing airport on the planet. Nothing makes sense. Why you might ask? well, plunge into your mind's stereotype bank and remember that texans aren't the sharpest tools in the shed--their the loudest guns ^.^ glad you had fun!
ReplyDeleteLolol. I just assumed that C terminal was like #12 Grimmauld Place (Harry Potter reference) - there, but invisible. Except that assumption was ruined by my trip on the sky train. So alphabet confusion may be the only cause of this peculiarity.
ReplyDelete(To be fair, though, Boston has many equally confusing street signs and such. And, parallel lines meet. Perhaps this means we're infinitely cool?)
that sounds like the BEST airport experience ever--happy to hear that you enjoyed a wonderful go-with-the-flow time! who's "we"? you and family?
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