Welcome home

The flight was fine, save the fact that the only dinner option was a cheeseburger for five dollars, and there was no free movie - come to think of it, I don't recommend Alaska Airlines...but we made it to LA in one piece. Customs was a breeze - and us bringing in at least five pounds of shells, seeds and coral - no sir, nothing to declare, and he just took the form, put it in a stack and said welcome home. It made us wish we'd stocked up on tequila before we left! LA is a strange place to land in after being out of the country. In some ways, it still feels like another country to me, since this isn't the US I'm used to. It's just about the opposite of Central America with the car culture, the huge clean supermarkets and everything packaged just so. And everyone so aware here of promoting their image makes me wonder what image I have... It is a pleasure to have hot running water, everywhere, all the time, and plumbing that you can throw paper into. Speaking english in stores is a huge revelation and I can't stop using spanish grammar in my english. LA feels like a limbo, it's great to visit our friends here, but it also feels like we're just putting off rejoining the working world.
-Sarah