Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport
I have spent approximately 8 days in Dallas the TV show (13 seasons= 200ish hours) and exactly zero days in Dallas proper. I am ashamed, both because there are real live folks I miss in Dallas and because maybe if they miss me too they will take me to see Southfork!
In my 3 hours in Dallas, no one smelled like Aqua Net or scotch. Maybe it was because the hours were between 5 and 8 am, but I still felt like this was not the Dallas I knew. I arrived for my layover fresh off a redeye from Seattle shared with the world’s orneriest toddler. (Does cherry cordial count in the TSA liquid allowance if you only carry it to dose rowdy snotlings? What about chloroform? What about hammers?) I felt impossibly blessed and centered as I walked between terminals D and C, finding the slightly widened section of hallway partitioned off and called “DFW Yoga Studio.”
There are potted plants, poses painted on the walls, and perhaps the itchiest, gnarliest, pokiest surface imaginable for you to roll out one of the mats provided and get yogaing!
The mats are serviceable, if thin, and very necessary. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES LET YOUR BARE SKIN TOUCH THE BLUE SURFACE. I have no idea where they found it, or why they thought it would be better than the straight-up linoleum, but while it is not a texture that exists in nature, it will persist in your memory should you encounter it with say, the back of your thigh. When my twin sister and I played sharks in the ocean and jumped back and forth between our beds, this is what we imagined landing in the sharks would feel like. That said, it has some natural light, it’s gawker-free, and the guest book demonstrates that it provides a great deal of comfort to travelers. Even if you don’t give a shit about yoga, it’s a nice place to lie down and read, or turn on the DVD and watch the attractive lady do yoga.
Bottom line: I recommend! If you’re really fussy about your mat, bring your own, but they have wipeys and everything. If nothing else, reading the guest book is a good time. There’s no Dallas tributes or memorabilia anywhere in the airport, so what else were you going to do?