Recently I had the pleasure of going back to California for a Meet the Authors fundraiser. My mom is on the Library Foundation board, and invited me back home for the event. I thought I'd document my experience.
First of all, I took my eldest daughter to school, and then hubby, the 4yo, and I drove to SLC Intl Airport. I was afraid I wouldn't make my flight, because the line through security was like Disneyland, no joke. But the guards came through and announced they were bringing on the morning K-9 team and we'd start moving pretty quick after that.
I wanted to take a picture of my vibram boots, suitcase, and sexy computer bag when I got closer to X-Ray time, but the line really was moving fast.
I got through without a hitch, and felt a lot better once I made it to the gate.
I've been flying almost my entire life. I started flying alone when I was 6 or 8, I forget. I'd go from Utah to Boston or New York (and then to Boston) every summer to be with my family. So I'm no stranger to traveling. The only thing I can say is that having been a student of Taekwondo for the past year has giving me a lot more confidence, and lessened my anxiety (the prescription drugs help too, lol)
Anyway, my first plane was to Vegas. Now you'd think gate C would be close to gate B, but McCarran is a whole other beast! It's literally a half mile walk from C to B. I had an hour layover though, and was thoroughly delighted to see Jersey Mike's Subs between the gates. So I stopped and got a nice, hot Reuben. They also have these super cool kiosks all over the airport that have ACTUAL FOOD. I'm pretty sure I even saw sushi in one. So I swung by and snagged a vitamin water, and pretzels & hummus too. It was a feast
Oh, by the way, step had been going around my town, and I was sick. So that hot reuben was pretty fantastic.
Then it was on my way to LAX, California.
I don't know about you, but whenever I see LAX, I think LAXATIVE.
Now, being sick, I was carrying a few packets of Emergen-C with me and liked to mix them up with sprite. So when the steward came by to take my order, I asked for a can of sprite. He asked if I'd like him to shake it up for me.
He was trying to be funny.
The irony was that the flight was so turbulent, it probably did the job for him. No sooner had the crew taken our orders than the captain ordered them to their seats for the duration of the flight.
Once we landed, I met my mom as the bottom of the escalator and we were off.
Guess what? She was sick too!
Don't we make a pair?
From LAX it is a 3 hour drive to the little urban-rural town of Lompoc ("lawm-poke", not "lamb-pack")
Finally, I get to show you a little diddy on the drive. When you think of California, you probably think surfers, palm trees, and sunshine.
I had forgotten how green the place was this time of year. When I posted this on my Facebook page, I joked "Ireland or Cali?"
"Oh, that was just the Mayor."