Dear couple in the airport,
As I was waiting anxiously for my brother to appear through the doors of the waiting area in the Vienna International Airport last Sunday, I could not help but notice you two. I had been up late watching operas, trying to get as much preparation done as possible for a presentation, and had slept until noon. I didn't have time for breakfast in order to catch the schnellbahn to the airport, so once I got there I bought myself a huge coffee (yes, they do exist in Europe) and the whole time I was drinking it I got more and more nervous that John's plane would have landed and he would walk out and not see anyone standing there waiting for him, holding a sign that could have been bigger had I planned ahead and bought a posterboard, but one that I nonetheless still considered pretty sweet because of my artistic use of the green highlighter I found in the library last week. (which was about the extent of my art supplies here, until I splurged just last week and bought a set of stabilos....). Because for me, flying and airports, travelling in general has always been a very romantic thing, and will hopefully always remain so. Trains are now, since being in Austria, a new addition to the romantic travel idea.
So I chugged the really hot, huge melange, felt a little gross, and ran back over to the entry door to confirm that no, johnny's plane hadn't even landed. Even once the blinky green lights came on to signal the landing, I must've waited for another thirty minutes.
So by the time I noticed you there waiting, and then glanced to see a nice girl come walking through the doors, burst into a huge, wild smile, and walk briskly (not run) right over to where you were, I was a little bit over-caffeinated and under-fed and went a little insane. Don't get me wrong, I had started to feel nostalgic and a bit emotional even just with the families waiting for their mom with balloons and flowers, and little girls with curls running to meet her and being twirled around. But that was nothing compared to you guys standing in the middle of a crowd of people just like smiling and giggling and kissing, to the point where I literally checked my watch in awe of how long your "Wiedersehen" was taking. The term "sickeningly sweet" can hardly capture the essence of it.
So I dunno, just wanted you guys to know that. I didn't mean to stare, and it was more like recurring glances than staring anyway. But you made me very happy to know that I get to have my own "Wiedersehen", in now only less than the three weeks. But probably with less pda, cuz it's America and let's get serious, we keep it clean in our parks, compared to all the shenanigans I've been an unwilling witness to in this country.
Your truly,
Lucy
ps more to come soon on Prague and Johnny's visit
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