Here's what happens on weekends, I take a trip to the closest ERL station for speedy 28 minutes trip to the airport. Am I flying somewhere? (erm... Fly yes, but not flying per say...)Arrival at the airport, take the aerotrain, have the usual cuppa coffee at my favourite chain and possibly have breakfast (yes this happens in the morning)...
The clock ticks... and it's time! Where am I?
I'll let the pictures tell their part of the story.
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