Airports.

There's just something about airports that is just so captivating. It's a

magical place. A place the brings people together and years them apart. Little

kids roam, while older people stare down at tickets figuring out their travel

plans. An airport is a place where kids come home from college, soldiers are

reunited with their families, Christmas vacations begin and summer vacations

end. A place where you are torn away from your best friends, but reunited with

them again later, a place that two lovers choose to depart on their honeymoon.

Children get to see the world all together in one place. Through people.

Something mystifying is in the air. Something no one can explain. You experience

it though. Every single person in these airports have a story, a reason for

being there.

You can tell who the important businessman sitting in the corner on his laptop

is. You can tell who the "careless" teenager with the headphones with music so

loud the whole world is tuned out is. You can tell who the parents for the child

that is running through the rows of chairs are. You can tell who the foreigner

that's speaking loudly on the phone in some unknown language is.

All of these people come together for a common reason, and none of them stop to

think about it. They're all going places, maybe not the same place. Maybe some

are going happily and some sadly. But it's still the same thing.

Airports. A place that brings together people all over the world.

 A place where differences don't matter.

Sweet Serendipity. 

Truth.

You've got the words to change a nationbut you're biting your tongueYou've spent a lifetime stuck in silenceafraid you'll say something wrongIf no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song
So come on, come onCome on, come on.
You've got a heart as loud as lionsso why let your voice be tamedMaybe we're a little differentthere's no need to be ashamedYou've got the light to fight the shadowsso stop hiding it away
Come on, come onI wanna singI wanna shoutI wanna scream 'til the words dry out.So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraidThey can read all about itRead all about it
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohoh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohoh
At night we're waking up the neighbourswhile we sing away the bluesMaking sure that we're rememberedcos we all matter tooIf the truth has been forbiddenthen we're breaking all the rules
So come on, come onCome on, come onLet's get the TV and the radioto play our tune againIt's 'bout time we got some air play of our version of events
There's no need to be afraidI will sing with you my friendCome on, come onI wanna singI wanna shoutI wanna scream 'til the words dry outSo put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraidThey can read all about itRead all about it
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohoh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah we're all wonderful, wonderful peopleSo when did we all get so fearful ?Now we're finally finding our voicesSo take a chance, some help me sing this
Yeah we're all wonderful, wonderful peopleSo when did we all get so fearful ?Now we're finally finding our voicesJust take a chance, some help me sing this
I wanna singI wanna shoutI wanna scream 'til the words dry outSo put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraidThey can read all about itRead all about it
 

Mystic Majesty.

Majesty.

Have you ever been to a place with mountains so high that they graze the clouds? What about a place where the peaks puncture the sky in places you can't even imagine? Oh, and a place with streams that can follow you and your adventure through the thick wooded mountainside? Or a village so traditional that the old fashioned way of life embraces you and shows you what the true meaning of life really is. A place where on Sundays everything is closed; It's a true day of rest. A place cold enough to have you wish you had more than 2 pairs of socks on. And somewhere with heartwarming smiles, and beautiful people, decorated in lavish Liederhosen and Dirndl head to toe, just waiting for you to arrive. With houses so simply extravagant it would put "Better Homes and Gardens" to shame. Language so rich; spoken with so much character; embodied by the people who speak it. This is where the real living language is. This same place is so captivating that even the scroogiest Scrooge would fall in love. Eyes filled with wonder watching, capturing each and every single breathtaking image as an individual photo for the memory book that resides in your heart. This is the place where fairy tales are based off of and practiced entirely. 

This place is Bayern.

Sweet Serendipity.