Fin de semana libre entre los dias de trabajo en Francia. Decidi ir a España a vistar a mis amigos Marco y Clara. Para obtener una tarifa economica y aprovechar al maximo el tiempo en la oficina el viernes, tome un vuelo que me dejo en Madrid a media noche.
Llegue a la terminal 4, nueva. Muy bonita, mucha luz, grandes espacios. Muy de primer mundo.
Pero lo que me impresiona, o mas bien me recuerda a donde estoy llegando, es cuando salgo. A diferencia de lo que podria esperar A media noche en el aeropuerto de Vancouver, hay cientos de personas esperando a los viajeros.
Como seria en Mexico. Aunque sea tarde, y manejar con trafico. Es el acto lo que cuenta. Esa experiencia de saber que alguien esta ahi para recibirte.
Pero en mi caso, no habia nadie aun. Como siempre con estos dos amigos, llegaron tarde. Pero aun asi, cuando llegaron, supo igual
Weekend between the working days in France. I decided to go to Spain to visit my friends Clara and Marco. I had to travel on Friday night so that I could use the working day at the office and get a decent airfare. So I got to Madrid at midnight.
I arrived in the new terminal 4. Quite nice, lots of lights, high celings and open spaces. Very 1st world.
But that is not what impresses me, or better said, I remember where I really am, once I go out of the arrivals area. Very different of what I could expect if I had arrived in Vancouver at midnight. There are literally hundreds of people waiting for the travellers to arrive. Just like it would be in Mexico as well. Even though it is late, and you have to drive across the city with endless traffic jams. It is the intention what counts. That knowing that there is someone there waiting for you.
But in my case, there was no one yet. As always with these two friends, they were late.
But even then, when they got there, it felt the same...
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