Today I was in Barajas picking up a friend who has come to Madrid (for the third and perhaps permanent/final time) to live. As I waited for her flight, I thought about the movie Love Actually. Yes, I am a Siegel so I can admit, without shame, to watching (and sometimes even crying) at cheezy movies.  It´s true, though, that movie (although I never really got how they all ended up in the same airport and what that had to do exactly with the movie) was right.  In airports, love is all around you.  Not when you are the traveller (well, or perhaps, but the hours of security and sitting and waiting ahead of you blitz all that out), but while you are waiting at the other end, knowing your loved one is going to come out of those big doors lugging suitcases, et cetera, well, you can´t help noticing that love is all around you, that every one is excited, that every one woke up early today with the enthusiasm of seeing someone they love.  Grandparents, parents (note screams: mommy! you´re back!), lovers, spouses, and good friends….it makes you forget all the hoopla in travel nowadays and just focus on the destination