Summer in Portland

Welcome to PDX!

Airports really are liminal spaces, I think. In so many ways, they're so much the same. We don't have to learn how to be in an airport every time we go there. The check in, security, the long walk to the gate--all pretty predictable. But, airports are different too, reflecting the culture of the city.

People walk pretty slowly in the Portland airport. No one's really in much of a hurry. I had a great cup of coffee, a wander through Powells at the airport, and a long look at the rain hitting the tarmac before I left Portland for the summer.

I spent a little time in Phoenix, since my flight wasn't direct. The Phoenix airport was cold due to the humming A/C, with people walking a bit faster to make their connections. I settled into watching CNN (not available in Portland) before my flight.

Then, MSP. The pace a little faster as the crowd makes its way to the tram to the main terminal. A long walk past closed shops, down two sets of escalators, and finally, a hug and kiss from Chris and Jurgen! Home at last!