LAX

Los Angeles International Airport.  Seen it a lot in movies and television shows.  I guess with a six hour layover here we're gonna see a lot more of it, eh?

 
So, the plane had a tailwind, and we land about a half-hour earlier than expected.  No worries; what's a half-hour more or less?

We find a restroom, and then look for a place to sit down and relax over a big restaurant breakfast:  hot tea, hand-squeezed orange juice, sausage, bacon, eggs, toast or biscuits and gravy... Mmmm!  Lookin' right and lookin' left, strollin', lookin'... There is such a dearth of eating places here!!  (I love words!  "Dearth" sounds like what it means: a scarcity that makes dear; specifically famine.  Can't think of a more appropriate word to use there than dearth!  Pronounced durth.)

There's a Starbucks, but Granpa and I have never drank coffee and can't afford their prices anyway.  There are geedunks along the wall with juices and sodas, pre-made sandwiches, etc.   And there's a pizza place.  Pizza at 6 a.m.?  Nah.  But that's about all that LAX offers.  Can you imagine?!

We're standing in front of the pizza place (that has every seat taken!) and wondering what to do.  By now you know that I read everything my eyes wander over, and, lo and behold, the pizza places sells freshly made breakfast burritos.  (Don't tell Granpa, but two of them cost us $24.00!!!  Yup, this is L.A.)  We find a couple of seats in a waiting area at one of the gates and settle in for the long wait.  The burritos may have been mind-boggling expensive, but they are the biggest, best breakfast burritos EVER.