Arriving at the international terminal
Sixty minutes of quiet highway driving brought us to the busy airport loop. The driver pulled up to the curb at the international departures terminal, right where I asked.
I handed him a generous tip and stepped out into the bustling atmosphere of travelers. The automatic doors slid open, welcoming me into a world of endless possibilities.
I adjusted my coat and grabbed my bag, ready to navigate the crowded concourse toward my specific destination.