
What is a typical travel day anyway?
In my mind a typical travel day is a pretty hideous beast where shit happens. One needs to expects this as typical and it makes it all seem reasonable when it happens.
Yesterday we were up at 3 am EST to be at the airport for our 6 am flight out of Toronto. While I am an admitted morning person this was too early, even for me. We checked in quickly, went through customs quickly and encountered our first disappointment - the first class lounge wasn't open yet.
We don't normally travel first class. I had lots of points that were getting ready to expire so we decided to blow them and travel first. We were looking forward to a civilized start to the day once we got through customs. This was not to be.
Instead we met the travelling public, who by and large can be a nasty group of folks. In the course of 30 minutes I listened to a man rant at the duty free cashierafter she warned him that he had a connecting flight from the US to Puerto Rico and the customs there would confiscate his vodka. She was helping him out and saving him $ 50 + - he decided to yell at her in return. Next was a rather loud group of young women wearing matching pinks shirts declaring to the world that it was Sharm's Bachelorette trip. They were channeling the women from Bridesmaids in a loud way. Then there was loud coffee line guy who pontificated about how Starbucks was gross coffee and why couldn't he have a Tim Horton's. When it got to be too much a young lady in line turned to him and said - 'there is a Tim Horton's 100feet away, perhaps you could do us all a favour and go there'. Our fellow line members clapped.
At the gate it was a short wait until we boarded. It was smaller plane to Charlotte so there was no meal but we were given drinks and snacks. This was all good.
The bachelorette girls were on the plane. That wasn't good. Happily the magic curtain between first and the rest magically drowned them out.
The Charlotte airport is a charming airport with its civilized white rocking chairs for all to enjoy. The travellers in Charlotte were a sorry lot though. It was explained to me that the dregs of the SE US were all connecting through Charlotte so it brought out the worst in folks. We made a note to connect through Phillie in the future.
A short wait later and we were on the plane to LA. Lunch was actually tasty. The drinks flowed. The guy in front of me knocked back 8 JDs and water. The woman across the aisle from me had her poodle with her - she had a sucker for the wee beast. She'd lick the sucker, give it to the dog to lick, lick it again, and so on. I wanted to hurl my tasty lunch. Once the sucked fell out of the dog carrier, rolled across the carpet . . . after retrieving it the licking continued.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them I noticed our flight attendant with a flashlight trying to read some controls on the ceiling. We sound were told why - the plane has suffered a toilet malfunction and they were ready to overload. We were diverting to Phoenix. The pilot asked us to try and hold 'it' and informed us that drink service was stopping. For some reason no one else found that amusing.
It was a quick repair in Phoenix and we could have left much sooner except for the fact that it took forever to round up the passengers who got off and allegedly made a desperate run for the bathroom but came back with sacks of fast food and souvenirs.
A short hop later and we were in LA.

As is usual for LA the wait for the luggage took forever. It arrived on a different carousel than it was supposed to.
Whatever.
We took the shuttle to the car rental area where I had to fend off the aggressive efforts of the agent who tried to sell me everything but chains for the tires. In the end I was given an upgraded SUV and we were off to Van Nuys where we were staying for the night.
By the time we were settled it was 3:30 PM PST and we were hungry. We had 4 hours until we were meeting our friends for dinner so we used our GPS to find the closest In-N-Out burger where I threw all diet caution to the wind and scarfed back a vanilla shake, double-double, and animal style fries. My arteries are still constricted.

We still had time for a short nap before we met up with everyone for dinner.
Dinner was at Osterieria Firenze, the restaurant by celebrity chef Fabio Viviani. It is always great to hook up with the slowtravel gang - lots of hugs, laughter, and good stories.
It was a great meal. Of course I started off with the famous strawberry balsamico martini . . .

Followed by a salad and the delicious orecchiette with sausage, what was supposed to be rapini (I know rapini, this was not rapini it was black kale) and chili peppers.

Paul had the same panna cotta he had enjoyed when we were here 2 years ago (time flies, it does indeed). I passed on dessert, still feeling a titch guilty about that In-N-Out visit. :-)
By the time we got back to the hotel we were exhausted. It was 22 hours from the time the alarm clock had rung at home. Needless to say we slept like like a rock!
Today we have a short drive to the Los Alamos area for a weekend of food, laughter, and wine with the slowtravel gang!