Denver International Airport is an experience to behold, and kind of fun. Strange. Outlandish. Preposterous, even.
It seems that the city spend several million dollars building an automated baggage handling system at their airport, which is, I might add, not exactly in Denver anyway -- it's on the city's outskirts, nearly an hour away from downtown! You'll arrive at the terminal, check in, and find yourself on an underground subway to your gate. Inside the subway, you'll see things hanging from the walls of the tunnel to keep you entertained, such as entire rows of pinwheels. A cheesy automated voice warns you of stops and starts, and it gets aggravating after a little while. It's one of those relaxed voices that tries to calm you down even though you're already late and you're feeling claustrophobic, a voice which only serves to irritate you more. Disembarking the subway, you might find yourself in a large amphitheater filled with shops. Shops everywhere, the strangest shops you'd never expect in an airport, tie shops, cookie shops, watch stores, sunglass shops. You might pick up your friends at their gate and take them to baggage claim, where the multimillion dollar baggage handling system may have already lost their bags, or in my case once upon a time, actually tore them up and spit their contents all over some room in the middle of DIA. If you're lucky, you'll find your stuff, and subway your way back to the parking lot, and then drive for another hour to get to where you're actually trying to go.
Try not to get stuck in DIA.