Travelling fun

Confirmation email from BA bings into my inbox. NYC flight is booked, I depart from Heathrow Saturday afternoon, a little butterfly of excitement escapes and bubbles in my tummy.

I don't know about anyone else, but i am an avid people watcher, it's like a hobbie. So when ever i get to travel i love it, the whole must be at the airport 3 hours before departure is heavenly for me (even though i do pretend to whinge about it with everyone else). After checking in my baggage at terminal 5 NOT terminal 3 as originally guessed i take my pick of the 3 starbucks in the place, the one outwardly facing is my favourite. Order my tall skinny no cream soy mocha and take a pew at the front, with a magazine and muffin.

Aimlessly flicking pages and slurping my way through 2 hours is great, i let my eyes wander, taking in the views around me. There's one couple who, by the looks of it, are having a domestic. Shes sat arms folded, slightly turned away from a guy, who's jeans are half way up his calf as he is engrossed with his DS Lite - why do men never grow up? Then there is one kid, who i can see is driving her mum mad. She's clearly been on the e-numbers and is bouncing round the waiting lounge asking 'why?' at the top of her voice... as her Mum sips anxiously at her coffee (double espresso no doubt)

A glance at the departure board shows me its time to toddle on up to mt gate... another butterfly of excitement bubbles out... this is it. This is where i'll meet him. He'll turn up to his seat which will be next to me, there will be a brief eye lingering attraction, then we'll spend the next 8 hours laughing together sharing memories, our dreams, our aspirations.... then we'll find out that we're actuall staying about 30 mins from each other, when we land we'll talk al the way through immigration and luggage claim, then before we know it we'll be sharing a lingering soft kiss goodbye before swapping facebook profiles, then.... i'm rudely interrupted by a stressed young mum and a young bouncing 5 year old waiting to get into their seats, as a Jason Statham looking guy shimmies 'excusee me' past them, without so much as a glance my way.

Oh i love travelling.