Airports. Self-contained busy little worlds. Crowded places that make my head hurt.
A couple of nights ago I spent the night in an airport… in a hotel in an airport… and discovered the calm quiet alter ego that I always imagined existed. A little surreal… but lovely.
5:00 pm
11:00 pm
7:00 am
Passing the night…
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Ahhh … lovely feeling. When I came home from FOWA a few months ago I spent five hours, midnight until 5 in the morning, at Arlanda waiting for my train to Linköping. The airport is really lovely at night, dead quiet and deserted. I really like the feeling, specially this night since I started my code/develop self education project by setting up a local Rails server and took my first steps towards beeing a real geek. Take care, and I hope the flight back to SF was safe and good for both of you
I agree Andreas! I think it helps that Arlanda is such a beautiful airport too. I can imagine it being quite the perfect place to get into the “zone”. Lots of good movies on the flight home… so not so bad, thanks.
you spent the night at Arlanda? Oh the humanity!
I love airports … it almost always means you are going someplace.