Ever since stepping into the airport at NAIA, it's been a smooth flow, except for the moments my mom would relentlessly nag me about requirements. Which is totally understandable.
I haven't set foot in San Francisco for more than 10 years now. My little cousins aren't so little anymore, but they were here just last year, so I could count on familiarity.
I'm left by myself in the lounge at the moment so I'm cherishing the process so far.
There's a lot of people at the Mabuhay Lounge. I'm fascinated by the difference of those who can afford the lounge, and those who cannot.
This is my first time by the way, so it's not like I'm used to being here.
The best part of course, is the free WiFi, although there is free WiFi, too, outside the lounge, no one around could seem to get hold of the connection (I could hear them complaining about the signal).
But here, it's all good, and I could relax on a sofa (barefoot) and observe Filipinos and foreigners who wait for their respective flights.
An entire family sits across. Casually attired. Daughters. Happy parents. Lone fliers snack on either alcohol or diet soda. A few sandwiches.
The rest are satisfied half-sleeping on their chairs, reading the newspapers, or talking to their loved ones over the mobile in hushed tones.
Over-all, it's pretty laid back.
It would be awesome if everyone had access to this kind of privilege. Everyone could eat the free special champorado. The free pasta. The free mini sandwiches. The free sushi. THE FREE BREWED COFFEE.
That's wishful thinking for me.
But nonetheless, I feel grateful.
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