Airport stories

Music: Playlist P, now playing “Every Morning” by Keb’ Mo’ (from “Keb’ Mo’”)

Mood: *sigh*.... better than yesterday

In my glass: Cabernet Sauvignon

I was, I think, 17 when I was at an airport for the fist time in my life.. I was at high school at that time. Went to see/welcome that Russian volleyball player.... heehee.. I had been watching the Russian language course on TV and when he was there I walked up to him and said a few sentences in Russian. :) He was impressed, for sure! (well, me thinks)

I’m usually “very much” on time at the airport when I fly (travelling on my own). I have plenty of time to walk around, have coffee (& some goodies), look in the shops... I find interesting, too, to watch people. I wonder where they come from/go to, why they are there at that particular airport. Every one of the people must have his/her story to tell, I think,

It happened to me twice that I cried at the airport.

The first time it was back in... pff.. April 1982. You know, you see (in movies or reality) people cry at the airport or at the train station, seeing off their beloved. But I had never thought I would do that, that it would happen to me. I still remember that day.. my tears were endless. In the train(s) from the airport to my home, too, I kept crying. Then, when I was, I think, somewhere halfway it started to snow. It snowed and snowed, it was very unusual in April.

This time, I was just behind (? I had just passed) the pasport control and somehow I had to stop and check mails. Ha, right, I shouldn’t have, no... I read those words and burst into tears. It seemed so unreal - that.. and this past weekend. I look up, shake my head and walk on. I need coffee. I was ordering a cappuccino large when this young man asked me the time. I, with my red eyes and nose, could only show my “guitar” watch to him. He said, “hey, cool” and I said, “yea, I know, it’s cool”. Later on, I sat in the lounge at the huge window with a nice view. The guy again found me there, came to sit next to me and started to talk. It was so nice and kind of him, actually. He was about to fly to London - he’s a British and lives right now in Colombia where his wife comes from.

Anyways, we were having a nice conversation when I heard announcement that I should have my passport checked in for the flight again. I said goodbye to him in haste and left there.

Later, I wanted to thank him and went back there but of course he was not there anymore.

Hm... Blunder of me. No chance, I think, anymore to meet him somewhere again and thank him in the future.

Um... I often feel a bit awkward when people ask why I live in Holland. ‘Cause I don’t know myself... er.. no, not true. I know why. I only can’t say if I like it or not. Er... not 100% true, either. I like it, yes I do. But I can’t deny that I often feel I’m stuck and left alone here.

...I might need to edit this post later.

For now... I think it’s ok.

Tune now playing: “Fall At Your Feet” by Jesse Cook

....Oops... and again, you know, there are songs, if you hear them in the morning on the radio, that would never go away and that keep playing in your head the rest of the day.

This is one of them. :s

Well, um.. ok, Keith (=David) was so cute.

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I Think I Love You

(The Partridge Family)

I'm sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

like all at once I wake up

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

Before I go insane

I hold my pillow to my head

And spring up in my bed

Screaming out the words I dread:

"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

This morning, I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself

And never talk about it

And didn't I go and shout it

When you walked into my room.

"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

I think I love you

Isn't that what life is made of?

Though it worries me to say

That I've never felt this way

I don’t know what I’m up against

I don’t know what it’s all about

I got so much to think about

Hey,

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

I think I love you

Isn't that what life is made of?

Though it worries me to say

I've never felt this way

Believe me

You really don't have to worry

I only want to make you happy

And if you say,

hey, go away, I will

But I think better still

I better stay around and love you

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face:

Do you think you love me?

I think I love you

I think I love you

I think I love you.....

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written by Tony Romeo