tampa international looked to have erupted from the center of a mangrove forest , and everywhere i looked i saw shades of green-the dark blackish green of the mangrove leaves themselves , the wet gray-green of their trunks , the grassy small hills that bordered the ramps into and out of the airport , the bright teal tramcars that crisscrossed the terminals like something out of blade runner if it had been directed by walt disney .