Airports I don’t like airports. I think they are artificial places, full of people where a bottle of water costs like wine. But when I’m at the airport, I can handle it, because I feel so happy for being on travel. Maybe I’m going back home to visit my family and my hometown, or maybe I’m going to a new country or a new city to discover. It’s exciting. One thing I do when I’m at the airport is watching people. Not because I’m a stalker, just because while I’m watching travellers I’m trying to guess or imagine their stories and reasons to be at the airport. And I feel part of a world that is like a house with different rooms. There are no differences between countries, and we are just part of something eclectic, multicultural, living our lives the best way we know. Of course, I’m writing this because I’m at the airport. So, what do you think about airports?