A Night at the Airport
After being home for three whole weeks, I'd almost forgotten how to travel.
Fortunately, unlocking travel master status is a lot like riding a bicycle. You go through the motions, packing your bag and choosing your seat on the plane. By the time you take the train to the airport in the morning and amble through the security line, you're back in the game.
As I began a big trip last week, I flew to Dallas and stayed for the night. In a hotel. Not on the floor.
In my early days of world travel, I slept on the floor of the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport more than once. As airport sleeping goes, it was solidly mid-range. I didn't get evicted or hassled, and no one tried to steal my bag.
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