Getting out

Fort Lauderdale. Not Minneapolis. It was hard to believe. On Friday I was in Florida. I actually made it to the sunshine state. I say I “actually made it” because I work for an airline and I fly standby. It’s free–but it’s standby. So just getting there seemed like a miracle. But it was also hard to believe I was there because if I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to tell if I were in Minneapolis or Fort Lauderdale–for the most part. The heat here in the cities right now is equal to, if not greater than that in Fort Lauderdale. And the sticky humidity there reminded me of home, too. It was hard to believe I was in Florida.

I don’t know if my inner conspiracy theorist was convinced I was half way across the country until my friend picked me up at the airport and I took in my first whiff of that sweet Florida air. It almost smells like some sort of flower that has been in the sun too long to smell fresh, but the aroma still has remnants of what makes you want to stop and smell. The fragrance took me back to the childhood trips to Disneyworld (o.k.–maybe I was in high school, but still, they were still magical). Scent is one of the most memory-inducing senses, or something like that. You uncontrollably flash back to wherever you smelled that scent before. So the same thing happened when I returned to Minneapolis Sunday. All of a sudden there was no vacation. Just home. Of course the scent of the air was familiar, but I can’t pick it apart like I can Florida’s sun-bleached-flower scent. I’m too familiar with it. Like the way your own house smells. You have no idea what it is or that it’s even there, but when you get back from being out of town. Wham! There’s that home aroma, and you feel right at home again. Make sure to post a comment about how you’d describe Minneapolis/St. Paul’s scent. I have no idea how to label it. But I do know that the scent is what sets Fort Lauderdale, Florida apart from home, sweet home (well–that and the palm trees, the ocean and the crazy drivers).

And the little pot of gold that rewards readers for reading this whole post: there are off-site parking places that charge way less than the parking at the airport at MSP. If you have to drive your own car and park, these would be good services to use. But I think taking a cab might be cheaper anyways, depending on how many days you’re parked.

4 Comments so far

  1. Bill (unregistered) on July 24th, 2006 @ 12:41 pm

    a lot of my friends swear by taking the light rail to the airport.

  2. Erica (unregistered) on July 24th, 2006 @ 1:19 pm

    I’ve had success with the SuperShuttle. Totally depends on how long you’re gonna be gone and how far away you live, though.

    As for the scent of the Twin Cities… I have no idea how to describe it.

  3. Erica (unregistered) on July 24th, 2006 @ 4:35 pm

    And now that we’ve just had an afternoon shower that lasted about 30 minutes, it’s exactly like we’re in Florida.

  4. Andy (unregistered) on July 24th, 2006 @ 7:26 pm

    When I’m standing at Hennepin and 3rd, the Twin Cities smells like a backed up sewer.

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