Don’t you find the airport endlessly fascinating? Especially when you are delayed for an hour, and get through the gate more than an hour before your flight would have boarded had it actually been on time? Stranded airport time provides such uninterrupted food for thought (only if you are traveling alone, otherwise you’ll surely be deluged with endless chitchat and meaningless nonsense from your companions who are far less sanguine about their sojourn at PBI, especially as they likely have to get back to demanding jobs and personal lives while your time is an endless sphere from sleep to wake to eat to workout to eat to send resumes and blog post to eat again and drink and then back to sleep. Repeat.)
In such cases, actually, the airport is a wonderful diversion from the mundane. So many people! So many shared restrooms! Such a cross-section of humanity! The airport where I sit, at gate C-5 across from the Miami Subs Bar and Grill, has always been one of my favorites. It’s relaxed and the lines are never very long, people are slow-moving and friendly (we are in Florida, after all, so the median age is perhaps 65), and the sun, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, is always out at least a portion of the day, though my delayed departure has to do with one of those daily thunderstorms – it does clear up afterward – that these coastal regions are known for. In addition, there is WiFi! It is a glorious spot, really.