This just landed in my in-box from a frequently frequently frequently flying American friend (frequent travelers will know why I'm -- with a smile -- blogging this):
It’s 6:15 am and I’m sitting in a comfy rocking chair, watching the sun rise in what might be the perfect airport (Charlotte, NC). I’ve never been here before, but my first impression is that it's lovely; a strange adjective for an airport perhaps, but fitting. The main hall has calm, muted lighting; street signs that point to the way to the concourses; and rows of white rocking chairs – **with electrical plugs next to each one!**. With the whiff of Cinnabon from across the room, the whole place has a decidedly small-town main-street feel to it. And to top it all off, I just discovered it has FREE wi-fi. I may never leave.