I love everything about travel. Being in an airport gets me excited. Ok, maybe the time I spent 18 hrs in Charles de Gaule was a too much of a good thing but generally, it's a happy place for me. When I was little, I would sit at my bedroom window and watch the lights of planes crossing the night sky. I adored it. Trying to imagine what it was like inside and where the people on board they were going was the most romantic activity I could think of. The defamiliarization of being outside of time and beyond borders completely enchanted me. It still does. I still get a thrill thinking of it.