Turns out, flying out on Christmas Eve makes for a very empty airport! After a delicious lunch at our favorite place - Archibald - Mario and I stroll all the way to the very end of the international terminal to find the oft-busy area absolutely deserted, save one or two staff members vacuuming the playground. We tuck ourselves into one corner, stretching across way too many chairs, and relish in the solitude of the moment, before we get crammed like sardines into a flying tin can for 14 hours.
Stretch out the legs.
Spread out.
(I think we are both secretly hoping that the third seat in our row stays empty, but I'm not holding my breath. Maybe it will be the best Christmas gift ever.)
Merry Christmas everyone, we'll be seeing you on the flipside.
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