Well I made it to LA and back alive!
My exciting adventure begun by waking up at silly hours of the morning to go to London Heathrow to get into my first big metal machine that flies over oceans and lands and takes me to new places. I think they call it a plane or something? Maybe it’s because the food on it is so plain? (Get it?!) Sorry I’ll stop.
So anyway, my first time on a plane was cool. My initial thought when looking out of the window while taking off was “the land shouldn’t be at that angle” but then i found movies and had food handed to me so it was pretty decent to be honest. The flight staff were lovely and there weren’t any screaming children or annoying people on board! Win!
When we finally got to LA after our 11 hour flight (it was 4 in the morning to us, where as it was only about 7 in the evening to them!) we were pretty tired! It was pouring it down with rain which wasn’t what I was expecting because I ‘m fairly certain it only rains in England, right?
First thing I want to point out is that everyone is super nice and cheerful. Being British this confused me. But I think I soon warmed up to it. I think saying “Awww that is super sweet” to everything nice that someone did kind of gave that away.
Secondly, what is up with breakfast? Why give me so many choices that early in the morning? What are you trying to do to me? I could never decide! Especially not the early hours we were eating! WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME?! No, but seriously the food was yummy! (Too much for little old me though)
So I’ll get off the topic of food because my belly is growling now.
We had lots of neat touristy adventures including Disney, Legoland, Chinese Theatre, Candy stores, Santa Monica Beach, Venice Beach, Beverly Hills, many diners, Hollywood, The Getty Centre and loads of other exciting places! I tasted coffee that was (sorry guys) pretty terrible and tea (sorry again) that was even worse, but I kind of liked it because it was exactly how I thought it would taste!
There are two moments I loved the most. One being; when me and my friend were walking out of Disneyland for the last time on our holiday “You’ve got a friend in me” From Toy Story and for some reason it made me feel really light and floaty.
The second time was our last day. We left the house and it was beautiful and sunny and then half way through the day it began to pour it down with rain (I was in shorts and a white top so…you know. not great.) and we called a taxi to go somewhere else. The lady (who was rightfully called Joy) was super sweet! She wasn’t just generally nice and chatty she forced us to take her umbrella because she didn’t want us to get wet. I just thought this was the cutest thing, I don’t think that there are many nice, or good people like that around these days and she helped the holiday finish off lovely!
To finish off my holiday, I got stuck in a translation that wasn’t home, all my clothes were cooking wet, my friend had to drive for about and 1 hour and 45 minutes to come pick me up really late in the evening, I didn’t get home until very late, I now have the flu (to the point of an ride in an ambulance because my body rocks at being ill) and this week I am working 10 days in a row! Woo! Welcome home! (don’t worry guys, I’m actually fine!)
I honestly can not wait to go somewhere new. Maybe I won’t know the language so I’ll have to magic my way out of a situation? Who knows?