As I left the interesting airport of Denver, Colorado – where I got to interact with pilots but uncharacteristically forgot to take a photo with them – I started a brand new chapter of my American discoveries.
New York, NY was exciting.
Argentina was awe-inspiring.
Boston, MA was surprisingly enchanting.
Atlanta, GA was missed, for I saw only its airport…. twice.
Western United States fascinated me and I anticipated starting to explore it so much that I scheduled an 8 AM flight from Boston, which meant waking up before the sun. I love time zone differences because it makes me laugh to say good evening to someone who just started their morning. I also love time zone differences because they gave me extra time in Denver. A flight of more than four hours boarded around 8 AM Eastern coast time and landed around 11 AM Western coast (Pacific) time.
Landing before noon, I met two of my amazing relatives at the airport. My relatives throughout the southwest, welcoming me with arms more than open, were the real reason I cut my stay in northeast US to the discover the natural wonders of the southwest. I never regretted it. Not only did I get the opportunity to see some jaw-dropping beauty, but I got the unbelievable opportunity to spend time with ten extremely wonderful, generous, inspiring people. I still can’t pick my jaw off the floor.
As I left the airport with two of them, the spaciousness of Western US started revealing itself to me. Grand fields on each side of the highway, behind them mountains and some snow-capped peaks. It was different than the landscape that was my daily view in southern Argentina for the previous few weeks, and I missed that view yet was nonetheless very excited. This was the beginning of a brand new kind of adventure.
Have you ever been to Denver? What did you love most about it?