I don’t remember the last time I saw the airport this crowded. At least the line was moving. Boarding time was now only 15 minutes away. Flight time…45 minutes.
I gathered all my belongings after getting through security. Once I entered the terminal I saw someone I knew who was traveling with family. What were the odds?
The sunrise was lovely to see from the plane. There was orange light from the sun peeking out on the horizon. Unfortunately the view was cut short when a passenger closed the window shade. Ah well. I can understand that as the glare is really bad from the east window.
The flight from San Antonio to Minneapolis was very smooth. I had never flown this route to my final destination, Des Moines. I looked at the magazine in the seat pocket to get the layout of the airport. The flight arrived early so I had more than one hour until the next leg of the journey. I decided to walk to the next terminal.
I arrived at the next gate 20 minutes later. Thank goodness for rolling luggage!
The Minneapolis airport is very clean and bright. I cannot fathom what the area would look like in the winter.
I called Al to say that I had arrived. I usually text but I wanted to hear his voice. Partially through our
conversation I spotted a familiar face; someone from the office that I would not have expected to see. Running into two people in one day while traveling! Go figure!
Al and I said our good-byes and I called out to my friend. We hugged and laughed. Who would ever expect we’d meet here? We were taking the same flight but had different (work) destinations. I gave her some
restaurant recommendations are we wished each other safe travels.
As the plane taxied and took off I was struck by the landscape…very open… all those trees… a number of small lakes…a limited but very beautiful view from my window seat. As the flight progressed I could see the landscape changing.
I often work while on plane trips. Not this time. I’m glad I had the chance to chronicle my thoughts. I didn’t have a personal laptop on this flight so I chose to use a journal instead.
The flight attendant announced our descent into Des Moines. As I looked out the window again I was also struck by the fact that you can’t see borders from the sky. There is one large expanse of land. I don’t know where one state begins and another one ends.
Whether it’s farmland or a city, houses or high-rises, from the air it’s just one place, just one land.
Quite a sight to see.