There is something very beautiful about coming out of an airport arrival section - especially, I can imagine that this is very particular to Italy and Spain. Perhaps affections decrease as the latitude increases. There are scores of people waiting as I come out the airport. Of course this can never be compared to the number you see in India whether at the airport or railway stations. Yet, for a European situation, this is very particular.
So I come out and along with me a few people come out. Each one of them is encompassed into a warm embrace. Young parted couple intertwine into each other and lock into kiss, older ones are less ardent though there is much affection still there. There is yet another group that has been met by relatives or friends.They hug each other and give the customary kiss.
I walk to the cafeteria and look at the food. I take the bowl of fruitsalad and grab a table for 4. I keep the bag on the chair and the suitcase stays by the chair next to me. I open my bag, take out the printout of an article from Wikipedia on a topic I find interesting. I open the fruit salad bowl and pick up once a piece of strawberry, at another time a piece of melon and yet another time a piece of kiwi breaking the monotony with a rounded grape in between.