My one guilty pleasure is, every airport, I will drop everything to get an airport massage at those kiosks.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Nothing gives me as much pleasure as travelling. I love getting on trains and boats and planes.
I definitely rediscovered reading for pleasure by devoting such a large swath of my time to sitting on airplanes. I am now painfully adept at removing my shoes so as to have the least amount of foot surface area touching an airport floor.
I get depressed at airports.
I get pretty much all the exercise I need walking down airport concourses carrying bags.
One of my favorite vacation memories was the Thai foot massage and Internet access salons in Bangkok, followed up by my testing cellphone coverage while wading in Provincetown Harbor on Cape Cod.
I don't miss going to airports and hanging out in hotel rooms.
I love airports because funny things always happen at them. They're giant complexes full of urgency, seriousness, and confusion. Where am I supposed to be? Which way do I go? And that's just the staff.
I hate everything about airports from getting there to taking off.
If I never saw another airport again, I'd be happy!
I enjoy popping in to World Duty Free at the airport and trying out perfumes - I can never resist a new scent.