Pearson International

Hello all!

Greetings from Pearson International.

I am fascinated by airports. The whole idea of being trapped in a flying metal tube surrounded by strangers with naught but your Chex mix for comfort is abhorrent. It makes perfect sense that airlines would want to convince their paying customers that this odd conglomeration of security and Starbucks, rushing and waiting, and 24-hour bars isn't stressful at all - it's bliss!

So relax. Sit back. Get your shoes shined. Grab a magazine, a coffee, and an extreme pita. Enjoy the freedom of the pseudo-city while you can, because in a couple hours it won't matter how clean the washrooms were, or how frothy your latte was. 

You'll be stuck in the air, as far from Starbucks as you could possibly be.

I'm not a nervous flyer, and I find airports pleasant enough. But the real magic is when you get to where you're going, drag your suitcase off the baggage claim, and run straight into the arms of your waiting friends and family. 

7 hours till BC.