Descriptive Writing Airport

As I pull closer, a masculine building towers above me, stretching its arms like the roots of trees. The deep ringing roar of airplanes flying in and out rattle the taxi windows. I hand a foreign note to the taxi driver and shuffle my way out of the taxi to collect my luggage. Immediately, another customer excitedly launches into the taxi and erupts out a conversation with the driver. My ears are barely able to pick up their unknown language, a throaty spit of hard ‘k’s and rolled ‘r’s. After collecting my luggage, I hastily walk towards the airport, playing chicken, challenging other tourists as we attempt to fit through the narrow revolving door all at once. As I emerge into the airport, a quick first impression guides my nose to a crowded café.

Hypnotized, I follow the strong smell of a nutty, Colombian coffee. The seductive smell beckons me into a block of dark-wood, decorated with granite-top counters and dark-colored ornaments. It’s a home themed café. I suddenly snap out of the trance as I slip on a spilled hot mess of a dark-brown puddle. The pores of my sweat open up as I fall into the middle of an enormous gathering of people, the heat of their body temperatures outmatching the heat of the sun outside. It’s embarrassing. I’m surrounded by a school of fish entrapping

I’m greeted with the smell of baked vanilla cookies, flowing through the air. Every angle my head turns is met by shining bright lights, giving warmth to the numbingly-freezing air conditioners. Shop owners sit in their small stalls, cheekily smiling as I walk past. One of the souvenir shops overcrowd with people, walking in with regular t-shirts and walking out with “I love Mexico” shirts. As I take a walk around, I clack my shoes on the shiny marble floors, staring down at my reflection as if it was a mirror. A soft and gentle voice purrs from the airport speakers and sings out my name. I smile goodbye before I fly back