Most people hate to travel alone, but I relish in the chance to have an individual adventure.  It is delightful to sit in an airport terminal and get lost in a book.  I think I like that experience most because of the fact that no one can bother me and, since I travel light, there is nothing else to do.

On my most recent trip to NYC, I curled up in the CMH airport with my book, and felt a little guilty that I enjoyed Cheetos while reading about locally grown food.  However, finding better food than processed powder cheese on fried dough in an airport would be difficult for anyone.