Lift off

We got out of Denver without a hitch. As we approached LAX, the sun was setting on the Pacifc, glowing deep orange with a dark red tint stretching across the horizon. I noted to Kim that the next time we see the sun, it will be rising on the beaches of Fiji. It was a pleasant thought that carried me through baggage and out to the curb. It was here that, we entered into the seventh realm hell. We waited for about 15 minutes for a shuttle bus to take us to the international terminal. When it finally arrived, it read “Out of Service” above the front window. Eventually, the next bus finally picked us up but couldn’t take us all the way to the terminal due to construction. We hopped off early and walked tour bags to the entrance. As the automatic doors slid open, we were met with an explosion of noise and gobs of humanity. We waded through crowds of travelers before finding the snake-like queue for Fiji Airways. Time ticked painfully slowly, as we waited to get checked in; but we didn’t realize this was lightening fast compared to TSA. By the time we finally arrived at our gate, it had taken three and a half hours to transit from our domestic arrival to our departure gate. I was comforted by Past Dana’s decision to schedule a long lay-over. So glad my past self made a good decision to set up my future self for success!Read more