Too Many Airports

Just back from an exhausting trip. Record-breaking bad weather... cancelled flights... overbooked flights... too many transfers. Stalled equipment. Planes, trains, and automobiles. I was on automatic, just focused on getting where I was going in time to do what I had to do. And I did. And I got back home again, a bit limp and dazed. The ferret's still alive, the dog remembers me, and although nobody watered the orchid, I think it's going to pull through.

Abu Dhabi was my favorite airport. Maybe my favorite part of the whole trip. Showy, futuristic, in that endearingly over-the-top wealthy Arab way. Rolex watches, Bulgari jewelry, Cuban cigars, enough 22-carat gold and Swarovski crystal to blind a person, every designer name you can think of in the duty-free shops. A piano bar. Flashy sports cars on display. Plus a better cup of tea than any I drank in Bombay or London.