The food, dear readers. The farm stand with organic produce, Frog Hollow jams, ACME bread; Pinkberry; Peet’s; Andale; and more…
The lighting, dear readers. The lavender, pink, blue lights. Mock if you will, But Virgin does subtle mood lighting very well.
Oh, and the seating, dear readers. Computer bars with outlets galore. Egg-pod-shaped swivel chairs that offer a 360 degree view of the adjacent gates.
Compost bins. Space in which to move and breathe and not be touching other people. Eco-friendly practices and cleaning.
And then? The yoga room, dear readers. You read that correctly. Yoga. Room.
Said yoga room is right outside security. I already had my shoes off for the TSA barefoot tango, so I went into the empty, quiet, softly lit room. I used the eco-wipes to clean a yoga mat and saluted no fewer than ten suns. Luckily, I travel in a skort.
So if you want to find me, send all correspondence to NaptimeEatingAndYogaing c/o Terminal Two, San Francisco International Airport.
Yes, I know that if lighting and food at an airport excites me that I need to get out more. But now that I’ve found my new home in T2, it might be a while.