When you board a plane for India, you enter a new world.
Nothing makes you more aware of how big, and how small, the world is than spending hours on a jet and landing in an international airport. Yes, they speak English, but you immediately know you're not in Kansas anymore.
Brussels, 8 a.m., Feb. 23--"Welcome to Europe," says the airport logo. Home of the European common market, a tiny country that's a crossroads not just for a continent but for the world.
Waiting for the flight to India, I sit and watch and listen to the multiple languages and modes of dress and goods available in the airport shops.
Mostly, I watch planes coming and going outside on the