Ok, ok, it's not actually as cold as you might think - barely colder than where I live, which is just north of Toronto, more or less. And like last time I was in this airport, it's possible to see the Rocky Mountains from the airport, when the cloud and fog lift. It would still take you a few hours to drive there, though... they're big, they're on the horizon, and they're still far, far away.
So, this city... say it with me: COW-GLA-REE. Emphasis on the bovine. This ain't your old-world Cagliari namesake, folks. They have airport greeters in stetsons. Really. However, it's comforting that the airport hotel is just as boring as all other airport hotels, at least the ones I've experienced. As fun as the proverbial barrel of monkeys. Viz:
I also am scared by this. Perhaps it's time I got some sleep.