Airport Day

Some time ago, I can’t remember quite when exactly, my erstwhile physician asked if we might collect him at the airport upon his return to Canada. He had been away for a very extensive period of time, first crossing over South America and Tierra del Fuego all the way down to Antarctica. Then he returned through South America en route to Australia where he lingered for some time with his daughter, her husband and two grandchildren. Thereafter it was a skip over the South Pacific to Cape Town, South Africa. And it is most recently from that exotic venue that he has arrived back on terra firma in Canada through Newark, United States of America.

What makes this record all the more impressive is that yesterday (March 14th) in Cape Town (where he was born) he celebrated his birthday; and, today (March 15th) in Canada he celebrates his birth of record (his father mistakenly goofed when sharing the statistical intelligence with the authorities). As it turns out, after we collected our friend at the airport, he divulged to us several other accounts of even more remarkable serendipity involving renewing acquaintances in Africa with people (or whose immediate family) he had known as a child and who in one instance at least was now resident in Naples, Florida (which in the scheme of things on these already grand terms is effectively nearby his own vacation properties in Sarasota, Florida).

There is more.  The last time we were in an airport was with my friend.  He, his lady friend (also a physician – indeed the ship’s medical officer on the most recent exploration in Antarctica), my partner and I had travelled together to Sardinia and Italy. Paradoxically it was my erstwhile physician who, on that occasion, drove us to the airport in Montréal (where I was born) prior to our departure. And just to make things even more complicated, it was at the airport in Montréal where we encountered my partner’s physician and his wife (who is also a physician) en route to Spain.

Today’s mundane chauffeuring event was an outright success by all accounts.  My erstwhile physician, after having survived once again another tour around the world, was manifestly pleased with the seamless outcome. We left him blithe and drained with his faithful dog Finn at his country estate. The venture was for us as well an accomplishment.  We not only got to revisit the airport and reacquaint ourselves with the latest improvements (including the sight of two trains darting into the upraised platforms), we more importantly fulfilled our yearning to comfort ourselves concerning the kiosik modifications for passport approval, etc. And if the truth be admitted, a small adventure is by our current standards a welcome enterprise. Though I hasten to abbreviate the excitement by recalling that at this stage of development it is equally welcome to return to the putative monotony of one’s existence.  More improvingly I note that, especially upon the heels of an exchange with my friend about travel throughout the globe, our current situation is much to be admired and cherished. Neither the Mayflower nor the moon holds any competitive strength against the present.