Most of the airports I find myself in, there isn't anyone there to meet me besides a shuttle, rental car or a solo drive home. If you or I are lucky, though, this isn't always the case. Sometimes there's a face there waiting to greet you beyond the arrivals gate.
I've seen so many of these faces lately. Some are wreathed in smiles, others anxiously pace, some cradle bouquets of flowers; and then there are the others who simply stand patiently at the gate--expectant, waiting and with the knowing look of someone who has something to look forward to.
I don't know about you, but it's these simple moments of greeting and reunion that define the spirit of travel.
Even if you're not a journalist who considers people-watching a fulfilling activity, the observation of others (better known as staring) has been ingrained in all of us since childhood.
Don't believe me? Then why did our parents always telling us to stop staring at something or someone because it was "rude?" Take a look at the kids you see around you -- chances are they're staring at something/someone with a directness we only learn to fight as we get older.
Since I've moved into the city of San Francisco, public transportation has become my ideal mode of transportation. It's inexpensive, an easier way to navigate the busy, city streets and is a people-watcher's dream. Whether you're in college or living the "big kid" life, public transportation is a bit like culture shock all in itself.
So hang up the car keys (if you have them) and hop on board with one of the most interesting ways to travel.
