Today’s entry is brought to you, dear reader, over American, Canadian and British airwaves! Specifically, those of PDX (Portland, OR, International
Airport), YVR (Vancouver, BC, International Airport) and Scape East (my dorm/home away from home). I love air travel and being in airports – there’s a unique, indescribable charge to the atmosphere, and airports are one of very few places that are designed for only temporary occupation. It’s a bustling hive of perpetual going. People often talk of ‘enjoying the journey’ and say that ‘the journey, not the destination, is what matters’, yet paradoxically dislike spending time in airports, which are inherently crucial to most long-distance journeys. As a kid, I agreed. I wanted to be able to get on a plane right away and get to wherever it was I was going.
Now, however, I’ve grown to appreciate the diversity in both the visitors and their journeys; I cannot fathom the sheer number of people who have used, are using, and will use Portland/Vancouver/Heathrow/etc. as a vessel for their travels, nor can I imagine exactly how and to what extent those people and journeys have crossed paths with my own. We’re all strangers to each other, and we will most likely never see many of those around us again in our entire lives.
But we’re here now, together, on separate paths that collided by chance in bright airports with, for example, famous carpet.
After traveling for a lot of hours (honestly, I lost track after awhile), I made it safely to London around 2:30 pm local time, and am posting this from my flat after experiencing some technological difficulties at the Vancouver airport during my layover between flights. Cheerio, mates!
Hi Jane! What an awesome experience for you. Your mom sent us the link to your blog. It will be fun to read about your adventures. Have a great time and stay safe love C
Hi Cathy! I’m having so much fun and learning a lot, both from my classes and living in the city!