After a long drive west to St Louis I’m parked, shuttled, ticketed, through security and seated at my gate within 20 minutes tops. A girl could get spoiled at these small airports.
Following a layover in Dallas, I’m bound for California. What a switch from the postage stamp landscape of the Midwest. I thrill to the sight of mountains nearly the same as I do to the sight of a city skyline (almost).
My first time on the left coast will be directed by my friend Natalie. I realized the other day when I referred to her as a “friend from Spain” that she is neither Spanish nor have I seen her on American soil. A true example of past lives colliding in the present.
Requirements for this SoCal newbie include but are not limited to:
* breakfast burritos
* the Pacific
* temps above 50
* a possible run-in w Lindsay Lohan
We’ll see how I do. My thanks to Abe Lincoln for the day off!