I walked next to Julia, we each had a roller suitcase and backpack and were pushing our way through throngs of people. I scanned the signs ahead. Yes, that’s what I was looking for, we need to go up one level then head for Terminal B.
Navigating my way through a new airport is something I enjoy, but today was a bit intense. Our prior flight had landed a tad late with our already tight schedule. There was no choice but to make every move count to get to the other end of the Denver airport to board the plane leaving for Columbus.
Without really thinking what I was doing, I silently breathed an unusual prayer. Tho I wanted to go back to the children, it didn’t look like a simple feat…