Friday, May 6, 2011
Finally seeing him
After hours on a planes and in airports, I finally arrive in Manila. I managed to get through customs and immigration only get through the secure portion of the airport to find myself alone. No Arnold. Now, I do not doubt his intention to be there for me at the airport, things happen. What would I do if I arrived and he wasn't there. What if there were some event that occurred that prohibited his arrival at the airport. I take a look around to discover there is no one waiting. Obviously they are not allowed to wait inside the airport. I venture outside the airport into the hot, humid air to find, once again, no one waiting. There is a chorus of smells and sounds from the buses, taxis and cars picking up travelers. But there are no people waiting. Being the educated travel agent that I am, I don't bother to ask. No, I simply follow the hoards of other people escaping the airport with bags in tow. I cross two or three congested lanes of traffic having no real idea of where I was going. Once on the other side I can go to the left or the right. Without rhyme or reason, I turn right and begin to descend the curving slope. Watching my feet, I maintain the speed of my heavy bags so as not to hit the lady walking slowly in front of me. When I finally get the chance to look up the first face I see is his. Relief floods my body, as a smile fills my face. His smile is as broad as mine as I make my way the final few feet to where he stands. Finally, we embrace.