I may be biased, but I’ve always thought that of all the airports to fly into, Boston has the prettiest view. As you peer down through your tiny oval window, the plane hovers over a jagged edged harbor dotted with little islands, then heads toward buildings that very slowly come into view. The plane lowers and it seems the buildings will be bypassed, but then the entire plan nearly glides right into the water. At the very last second though, the wheels drop, scrape unexpected concrete and the plane drives you all the way to your terminal.
Looking down, seeing the the end of your travels float away in the clouds can be bittersweet. But it’s a whole different story when you’re on the ground looking up.
Enter, the travel bug. Where are you going next?