The automated announcements at this airport are delivered with a British accent.
I wonder how Pablo Neruda would have felt having an elite service for wealthy travelers named for him.
During layovers I make a little game of learning about the place only from what I see in the gift shops.
American Airline’s flight attendants are a gruff bunch.
Terminal D at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport has the advantage of being big and spacious and full of diverting artwork.
While traveling through Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C. this week I wondered, what’s it like to be an air traffic controller there?
“Look, there’s Newark!” I exclaimed as our plane landed.
The snow here in Iowa held off until my return today from Indiana.
I want to fly North by Northwest Airlines.
I once actually dared to hope that something good might come of that horrible day of September 11, 2001.
I’ve always maintained that the human brain is not meant for modern international travel.
De Gaulle Airport is a terrible last sight of Europe. I’ll close my eyes and dream of Parthenon.
A parade of island school children marched along the main square, carrying flags for Ohi Day.
There are a lot of tourists in Athens even though this is the end of the busy season.
We got to the second level of the Eiffel Tower for sunset and to the top as the city lights blinked on in the dusk.
I briefly visited Paris six years ago, whizzing around jet-lagged seeing the essentials.
We are continuing the obstacle course to home.
We’re on the plane to Miami from Ezeiza. Everything has been impossible smooth so far.
If this was a movie I would be anxious about our parents meeting, but I don’t feel this way.
We had a slow start in Miami. All that waiting, though, is for a seven hour layover in Lima.