There´s something about airports late at night. That time when it´s too late to be today and too early to be tomorrow. It was around 3 a.m in Bogota airport. I´ve been here for 12 hours and had no idea how much longer it´ll be as there´s been a coup in Ecuador and no flights were allowed in. I´ve been in so many airports around the world and they all have this feel around this time, as if I was in the twilight zone. Shops all closed yet long bright aisles with zombies half asleep walking slowly and aimlessly for hours. All caught in this timeless and spaceless zone in the middle of their journey from somewhere to another.
I took off my jacket, fashioned a pillow out of it, put on my headphones to some jazz music and laid my body on the floor to sleep. And then it hit me... I´m alright being just with me. I´ve been used to traveling with my girlfriend every where and it became the usual to have someone when being in a distant land. And between that and being constantly busy with work or projects with friends I haven't had time to be just with myself. And since it´s been some time since I was just with myself, I felt that loneliness would creep in on me. Yet to my surprise it didn´t. I remembered that I like myself. And I guess that´s what differs a tourist from a traveler.
