After a 3.5 hour drive from Fresno and about 45 minutes of sleep, Megan's sandy little Jetta wagon delivered us safely to the magical land of LAX as the sun peeked over the eastern horizon. I use the term, "magical" loosely. It was 5:15 AM, we each had two large suitcases plus our carry-ons, we were not checked in online, and we were flying TACA, also known as "Take A Chance Airlines." Cowering in line, looking like a couple of middles schoolers wearing our matching Unite For Sight t-shirts (in hopes of finding Javier in Tegucigalpa), we observed that we were the only white people in the TACA line, and our stomachs churned a little bit as we listened to the Spanish language percolate in the air around us. A good start. And of course, i feel the need to make a special note about the unmatched hospitality of the LAX airport staff. What smiles! What welcoming faces! And the help! Ohhh the help we received! Especially when trying to find a place to send my last handful of thank you cards.
Essentially the lines are long, the staff is short, they don’t know where anything is, and quite frankly they don’t care. All I wanted was a mailbox, but after asking several people in various parts of the airport, it was clear that I was crazy for even dreaming of such an absurdity... Thank you LAX, Can't wait to see you again.
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