February 8, 2010
Chicago O'Hare Airport to Atlanta Airport:
On my way home from visiting my boyfriend in Illinois
I love to travel. However, I guarantee it is NOT because of airports. I hate being shuffled through security like I'm one of thousands of sardines. This airport adventure turned out much like all the others except that I was chosen for a random pat-down search. I am proud to say that life returned to normal after I was violated by the woman searching for things that I would never have in my possession ESPECIALLY on an airplane. I tried not to be offended knowing that the "random" search meant they thought I looked like a threat... I am not a terrorist!
Disclaimer: I understand the importance of security checks... and I am very happy that there are measures taken to prevent something catastrophic from happening.
My favorite part about airports is the people. Once I get past the initial fear of terrorists lurking in every corner, I love to watch people. (This might be the reason they thought I was a threat.) Airports are the best places to find an eclectic group of people. I love to watch the business women and men with their briefcases and suits hurrying along like they own the airport or the families that are about to take a journey to their native lands walking proudly in authentic clothing. Where else in the world would these worlds collide? ONLY at an airport... It is so fascinating.
I always find myself engaging in conversations with random people. I like to think that others find me interesting, but in all reality I always begin the conversation. I am delighted to say that I somehow always end up beside someone from Europe on planes. They probably hate sitting by me by the end of the trip because I ask a hundred questions about anything and everything. I love to learn about other cultures :) The guy I sat by today is from Germany. I asked him what was the hardest thing he had to adjust to when he came to America 6 months ago. He gave me a fascinating response: the cashiers at Wal-mart are too slow in America. Although he commented on the wonderful service in American restaurants, he does not like waiting in line at the supermarket. I cannot blame him... it is rather obnoxious.
Another man I talked with while waiting to be violated by the security people :( told me about his 16 year old daughter who wants to attend Chicago School of Art and Design. He said that 4 months ago she found him on Facebook. He did not know he had a daughter, but he feels blessed to have a new relationship with her. I thought it was such a sweet story. Ever since she contacted him, he has flown each month from Phoenix, Arizona to Chicago, Illinois to spend time with her.
I find that talking to people and hearing what is important to them broadens my world just by hearing about theirs. I am blessed daily with stories that challenge me to change, lift my spirits, and make me think. Only 5 more days until my next big adventure! I wonder how many adventures I can create between now and then :)