We have made it to LA quite successfully. In the middle of a delayed flight (1 hour) out of Atlanta yesterday, one begins to wonder if it is all worth it. Why do people travel for fun? When do we start having fun? Why is flying such a tedious and undiginified mode of travel in the space age? And, why can't a big competent (?) airline like Delta figure out that it is best not to load 250 people on a huge 767 aircraft when the pilot and crew all know that there has been a mechanical difficulty that must be resolved before take-off? Also, why does it take 45 minutes for any lugguge to reach the carrousel (aptly named) after the plane lands?
Well, we could have stayed home and complained about the snow which is falling today, or the traffic in Greenville, or the reconcilliation process in DC. (There are young tv commentators who keep calling it re-concilliation. Is that right?) We soon reached our brand new Hilton Express hotel, found an incredibly authetic Mexican restaurant just down the street, and drank two Margaritas, and began to have fun! We were the only gringos in the place, and the food was fresh, made-to-order, and delicious.
After an early night and sleeping well (thanks to the M's), I think we are adjusted to LA time. We have to do some exploring and walking this afternoon, as our flight doesn't leave until 7:30 pm. It's listed as "on time," and our hotel has a complimentary shuttle to the airport. What more could you ask? Bill wants to find the best pastrami sandwich in the US, which is supposedly served in Langston's in downtown LA. If we can get there, we'll find out and let you know. And, that will be fun!
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