The Fateful Trip, part I

I haven't fully recovered from my motion sickness of sorts but I decided to blog anyway. As you can see, I was accepted and now I am going to tell you about my trip that got me accepted.

My mom and I arrived at LAX on Wednesday morning looking rather perplexed about what to do with ourselves. This landed us a spot in the first class line which allowed us to get through the airport in 20 minutes instead of 20 hours. We sat behind some smelly people and they weren't speaking English. Don't you hate it when you can't eavesdrop? Anyway, we arrived at Dulles and had about the same experience. It was quick getting through. At Dulles they have these people mover things that look like giant horned (horn-ed) caterpillars. After renting our car we attempted to drive to our hotel.

Since the remainder of my series on my trip will be praises for Virginia I will take this opportunity to voice my one complaint. This may come as a shock to the world, but I prefer L.A. freeways. GASP! (and a few people keel over dead) See, here's the thing. In L.A. the offramps (1) have names (2) warn you about three times before they come upon you and (3) almost always are on the right. In Virginia the offramps mostly just have numbers and lead to different things like toll roads and interstates and highways and greenways and who knows what else, they might warn you that they are coming in 5 miles but you don't know where they are until you've passed them, and you can never predict what side of the road they'll be on. So while there is much more traffic at least in L.A. I can find my destination. (all roads lead to Santa Clarita)

To Be Continued......