If you have to be trapped in an airport, I can highly recommend Hawaiian airports. Instead of walking miles to a gate through highly-decorated, but ultimately cold and confining tunnels, lined with fast food joints selling the inedible, in Hawaii you walk along open-air concourses. Stepping off the plane when you arrive, you know you're in Hawaii because you can smell it, feel it, and hear the cooing of the local version of pigeons. Of course, you hear the same things when you're leaving. Which makes you want to turn around and try to figure out a way to stay. Evidently, I failed. Rats.