Needless to say, airports, no matter how familiar, there is one thing that constantly changes. The people going through the airport. From the business class to the economy level, pilots and security personnel, so many different races, backgrounds and religions pass through those hallways. Everyone coming from somewhere different. Everyone going somewhere for some reason. Some frustrated, some excited, some rejoicing, some mourning. Some hungry for more than just food. Others so full of themselves, they don’t notice anyone else around them.
Here in the London airport, the scene is much the same. And yet even more multi-cultural than Philadelphia. There is a Sikh man (Indian man, wearing a turban) at the airport security desk. A Muslim woman perhaps from United Arab Emirates checks my passport. A British girl takes my order at the café. A Chinese looking man speaks English with a British accent, and my mind tries to decide what country to place him in, but fails because it doesn’t have a category for British-English-speaking-Chinese-ethnicity-background individual. The café I’m sitting at right now is advertising a Philly cheese steak and a bottle of Coke to celebrate the 4th of July – an interesting thought, being as the 4th of July is an American holiday celebrating Independence from the British! (see picture!)
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