Seattle...homeward bound!

I would say that this is my last posting on this trip but, actually, there will be a few more yet. I am sitting here in the Seatac airport in Seattle, Washington. It is 2:45 in the morning and the place is beginning to come alive, slowly, of course, but, surely. The night janitors are doing their thing, dusting, sweeping and washing the floors, and not forgetting, the cleaning of the washrooms, a never-ending job at the best of times. The armed security guards are making their rounds and being very unobtrusive, considering the responsabilities of their position. Some of the coffee and snack vendors are doing their early morning prep to be ready for the avalanche of people who will descend on their booths looking for their morning coffee and donut before flying off to unknown destinations.
I won't be leaving the airport until 21:00 hours tonight. I will be able to observe the hustle and bustle of humanity as it flows through the doors and passageways of the airport. I have had the opportunity to observe this anthill of activity in several places on this voyage of mine, airports, bus terminals, train stations and on the streets of many cities as I pass through the rush of humanity going about their everyday activities. I am constantly amazed at the complexity, yet simplicity of this dance of life.
My mind has been working constantly while on this trip, especially on how, no matter where I have been, the life and lives around me doesn't change. There are the complexities of human relationships which, as a whole, we, as humans on this planet, need to observe in order that there is order. Perhaps, my observations won't make any sense to the readers of this column, but, I guess, they are after all, only my observations. People are the same everywhere I have been. They move around the streets, shopping for their everyday food, and other necessities.
They travel to work and to do business, on busses, subways, taxis, trains, commuter trains, bicycles, scooters and motorcycles and, especially on foot. It's no wonder that the average European is in such good physical condition. They drink expresso coffee (a serious jolt of caffeine) and have a sweet pastry or croissant for breakfast. Many will have a quick bun with cheese and meat for lunch, and then eat a healthy supper to end the day. Many drink a beer for lunch, or two, and yet, while travelling around Europe, I didn't see anyone who was drunk. There is a responsibility to those people which is unnoticed in the normal observation of the population. I wasn't looking for the inebriation of the populace as a conscious observation, but when I thought about it for a bit, I realized that I hadn't seen the typical drunkeness which we sometimes observe in our own society. Granted, I wasn't paying any particular attention to the drinkers, but still, as a whole, the population seems to know when to quit!
I'm beginning to ramble here, so I shall close this blog for now and I will resume when I get settled back at home. Whitehorse...here I come.
To my spanish and french friends who are following this blog, I'm sorry that I am not publishing today as I don't know how this would translate into another language with the translator. A la manana, et a bientot!