The Return Trip
Sometimes the best part of a trip, is the return home. I have been gone for a while and I am ready to catch up with friends and family. So it is off to the airport, to catch the flight home. The olympics are underway and I did not get a single opportunity to catch any games. I needed to pick up some post cards and trinkets for the family and friends, which I always do at the airport with my left over money. So I proceed to the airport nice and early, to avoid any trouble, and to get to the gate on time. I arrive and the airport, check in and go through Immigration and security without any difficulties. I proceed to my terminal and start looking at the shops. As most of you loyal readers know, I travel frequently. I am always able to find little knick knacks at the airport, generally a little more expensive, but always available. Not here, all they have is the Duty free and a Olympic Shop. Great. So I buy a couple of last minute items and then go to grab something to eat. They never feed you enough on an airplane. I order a pizza and it takes a few minutes to make it fresh and then I head to my gate. To eat before I get on the plane. Go figure, they had changed my gate and I didn't realize it until I got there. Now I am in line ready to board with my pizza and carry on. One last security check. Sir, you cannot take water on the plane, but the piping hot pizza is okay.