having spent a lot of time in airports in my life, i have come to believe that there are two types of people in this world: those that walk on moving sidewalks, and those that stand still.
take a wild guess: which category do i fall into?
moving sidewalks are distantly related to escalators, and they are also called ‘people movers’, ‘travelators’, or ‘moving walkways’. the first one was developed for the 1893 world’s fair in chicago. i have a deep long-standing affection for moving sidewalks. i find them endlessly satisfying. i love how efficient it feels, and how you can really get into the rhythm when there are a few in a row. i love it when i get my timing right and i don’t even miss a step getting on or off. in toronto, there was even a turbo speed moving sidewalk that was noisy and clunky but allowed people to walk at 12 km/hour! (unfortunately, the last two times i have been there it has been closed: too dangerous? or just out of order? SUCH a loss!)
this week, i was flying from ottawa to genoa, italy. i had been home in canada for a very quick visit with friends and family, a secret wedding (not my own), a dozen appointments to reconnect with my team of practitioners as well as an immunotherapy infusion. we are 10 days into summer vacation, and i have been busy reclaiming my life. but… that is for another post.