Dusseldorf Airport

We are sitting on the most comfortable lounge chairs I've ever been in, in an airport. My girlfriend (we're back to that) is sitting next to me teaching me Italian phrases, but I feel we should dedicate this Five-Hour Layover time to the Dusseldorf Airport.

This is the cutest, most comfortable airport in Europe. There. I said it. I mean I could live here comfortably for months if pressed or until security kicked me out. It's like a stylish post-modern home you'd see pictures of in whatever magazine shows pictures of kick-ass homes (probably Post-Modern Homes That Kick Ass Magazine).

To start, there are no giant bathrooms where people line up like they're being inducted into the army in World War II. Every 20 feet or so there are small nice bathrooms with wood and comforting lighting and huge wooden doors on the stalls that close like you're in a separate room just off the main hallway in a mansion in Switzerland (too far? ok). There are fresh fruit stands and coffee stands (made of dark wood) and chefs making pretzels right in front of you. Seriously, it's like the over-priced market at the remodeled Third Street Mall in Santa Monica but German and much nicer.

There's no fast food...at all..like none. If you want food, you walk up to the chef making it at his gourmet stand and order it. I ordered a cappuccino mostly because the woman ahead of me ordered two of them and they both looked great. It came in a real glass mug like they serve them at airports in romantic comedies. It was incredible for no reason at all. Just great.

You know how you go to Starbucks and the have those pre-cut cups of fruit? Well Dusseldorf Airport doesn't know a damn thing about old, pre-cut fruit cups because Dusseldorf Airport has a stand with whole pineapples and peaches and mangos and pomegranates. And the woman at the stand cuts up your fruit and puts it in a crystal cup and hands it to you with a look on her face that says "fresh fruit bitch." At least thats how I interpret it.

Did I mention theres a Ferari store? And Dusseldorf Airport cares about the environment. There's no big trash bins with the swinging lids that you try to time just right after some one has just used it as to avoid touching it at all (that's what I do anyway). There are these small poles surrounded by four small trash bins which vary in height and color with pictures on them making it impossible to accidentally throw the plastic trash in the paper trash bin thereby destroying the world in the process. Isn't that what Al Gore said in An Inconvenient Truth?

So, ladies, size does not always matter because Dusseldorf Airport is small but Dusseldorf Airport puts it down. K. Had to get that out.

Time to learn Italian, drink my water and save the world…at Dusseldorf Airport.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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