Picasso line drawing, The Camel.
I like airports. This is a good thing, since I seem to be spending more and more time in them.
Forrest Gump in transit.
I arrive early, often very early. I have a meal, I watch people, and I write. Often I chat with one group and then another, kind of like Forrest Gump on his bus bench.
Why? I like a quiet transition time as I move from one place to another. I hate rushing. I aim for serenity.
I’ve been in an out of the Miami airport a number of times in the last fourteen months or so because there are no direct flights from Houston down to the parts of the Caribbean I’ve visited.
I would have to say that the airport code MIA is, well, interesting. But I’ve found it a pleasant airport — plenty of shopping and restaurants, good way-finding…