Well, D-day (that’s departure day, folks) has finally arrived! I’m writing to you from on-board flight 464 to Los Angeles via my iPhone and I’ll be sure to post from the British Airways lounge ASAP. I can honestly say, I don’t know what I would do without my phone. I know it sounds cheesy, and I do know what I used to do (sleep, read real books), but this whole process is just so much more pleasant. I can sit here and draft a post to you, dear reader; I can listen to the first several chapters of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden through LibriVox which, in addition to being much more interesting an experience, means I only have to carry a single, ahem slim (22.6 lbs is relatively slim, right?) carry-on; I can boost my Italian vocabulary and hear how different words and phrases are pronounced; and of course, I can play solitaire – in case I wasn’t sick enough. To be fair, I did sleep through the majority of the flight, but this gives me great hope for my second leg: LA to London, departing in 6:25 PM local time.
I have to say, LA is gorgeous. Admittedly, the palm trees don’t do much for me, but the bougainvillea and the wildflowers and the ridiculous number of swimming pools (do they reproduce on their own, or what?) is just charming. More than anything though, was the evidence of real suburbia: straight streets, lined with trees and single-family homes with groomed front lawns, real sidewalks, and mailboxes all in a row — nothing like Seattle suburbs, or those in Europe for that matter, and there’s something oddly comforting in the cliche… not to mention the beautiful blue ocean.