In order to avoid oversleeping, we set 3 alarms (2 cell phones and an iPod) which ensured that we were headed to LAX to pick up Maggie at 5am this morning. Little traffic to speak of (who else would be up at that hour on a Sunday, even in LA?). The coffee shop in the Tom Bradley terminal FINALLY opened up at 6:15, and we may as well have bought shares in the place. For waiting spectating, the highlight was a little old lady who was halfway into the men's room while a group of three custodians kept yelling at her to go to the ladies room next door. At least three different languages were involved.
Cheap early morning entertainment.
The flight was a little early (6:02!), but customs allowed us enough time to adjust our early morning dispositions before Maggie cleared the gauntlet. Mom is clearly happy to have her back on home soil.
And here she is showing off her new souvenir leather bag and travelling stuffed sheep.
We decided to stop in Venice for a quick breakfast, then head back up the coast. Breakfast was lovely (at the Cafe Collage, smack in the middle of a somewhat bohemian neighborhood - is there any other kind in Venice - at Pacific and Windward), but on our way home, we discovered that we had unknowingly crossed over the freeway (Remember we only have one fwy where we come from) and found ourselves in Brentwood. I know the locals will say - "what a bunch of rubes", but that north end of Venice is poorly signed, I don't care what you say, bucko!
Fortunately, the fellow at the 7-11 on Wilshire and Barrington (see I told you we were a bit out of the way) knew his way around the neighborhood, and once we established that we did NOT want to get on the 405 ("it's closed, you know?"), gave us stellar instructions back to the coast. To the welcome home streamers on the gate thanks to Cayley and Barb, and time for more R&R for all involved.
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