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Ten things Gadling readers love about airports
The airport can be a depressing, frustrating, even infuriating place. I was staring blankly at the plastic-wrapped apples at JFK, bored out of my gourd, when I decided to try and get some perspective, so I tweeted a question about what people like about the airport. I didn't hear anything for hours, then I got a few chirps about people-watching.
I knew that some people must like the airport, or at least have found things to like about it so as not to go through every queue in anguish. I found that group of folks on the Gadling Facebook page. Here are Ten things Gadling readers love about airports (we're at 43 comments and counting):
- "The fact that it means you're going somewhere." -- Carrie
- "The excitement of where people are going and the destinations/locations!" -- Shane
- "When I arrive after a long, amazing trip and my partner is there to greet me with a hug and a kiss." -- Lisa
- "Good public art." -- Catherine
- "First class lounges" -- Frank
- "The sense of being in-between" -- Jay
- "The shops & grocery store in Frankfurt airport." -- Jessica
- "The exit door" -- Wendy
- "The opportunity to be a blessing to some who are not having a blessed day there, particularly our soldiers." -- Dean
- "The fact that i could go anywhere! and the duty free naturally :p" -- Maia
[Photo by Uggboy via Flickr.]
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Reader Comments (Page 1 of 1)
TopTipsforTrips Aug 24th 2010 4:42PM
I love the absolute internationality of airports. If you woke up in one without memory of getting there it could easily take you a long time to figure out what city or even country you are in!
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Mikeachim Aug 25th 2010 7:03AM
Okay, I'm biased. (http://tinyurl.com/378je9a). But I'm fascinated by airports for the same reason Jay is, up there at number 6.
They're liminal - on the edge of things. And they're socially weird. People don't live there. People don't generally go there for fun. People spend hours and hours there, but always moving, so they usually don't bond with anything. (Apart from chewing gum when they sit down, or blobbed ice-cream underfoot). They're huge, *huge* places, but in the imagination they're really small - an exquisitely painful hurdle on the way from A to B, and part of neither. And they're places where we only linger reluctantly (look at how many of those points in the list are about moving through or moving on).
No wonder we're taught to hate them.
I think that attitude deserves a second glance. There's much to be fascinated by.