Today sums up my either airport experience. It has all been disastrous!!
I went to pick up my cousin from the airport today. She was in Trinidad for the summer holidays and reluctantly makes her way back to Jamaica to go into her 2nd year of University… she is studying to be a paediatrician.
Anyway the flight was delayed as expected what with the inclement weather the Caribbean is experiencing plus the increased security at the airports. I got there early and it took her 2 hours to clear immigration, get her bags and clear customs. And then I couldn’t get in close enough to get her and her bags in the car as there was so many people. ARGGH! Oh my word it was like pulling teeth. Thank God she made it safely no mishaps.
When the children and I made our way down to Trinidad, it was also that faithful day that those wretched terrorists decided to put liquid explosives into lotion bottles and made a foiled attempt to leave London and head to Chicago. Now this would have been torturous for a person travelling alone, but someone travelling with children it was way pass torturous. The security lines were long, long, long. They made everyone remove any bottles that you may have on their person and they also made us all including the babies remove our shoes and put them on conveyour belts to be scanned. Which almost threw my children into hysterics. Not fun!
Airports are amazing places though. I took the time today to appreciate the rhythm and flow of the people waiting to pick up and those waiting to be picked up. There is a air of excited anticipation that permeates through the air. The people coming off the plane- whether hoity toity or down to earth- most dressed to the nines, a bit tired and ruffled, but surely looking dapper. While the people who are waiting are casually dressed in flip flops even. It was fun to share in the joy and exuberance of these strangers as they enthusiatically embrace their family or friends. Catching little snippets of conversations and weaving a life for these people as we share a moment of time waiting in the airport.
Hey I had to pass the time away someway. I was there two hours!