The City of Angels
Jun 30th 2009Inspiration & Travel & Yoga Teacher Training
A woman’s allowed to whine every once in a while, yes?
I’m hungry and tired and so ready to go home. Wah!!
After exactly 26 hours of travel I landed in L.A., only to find lines and lines and more lines at customs and immigration. All of the prayer and affirmation in the universe couldn’t get me to my connecting flight on time.
So here I am, jetlagged and awake at 1am in an airport hotel, a rather unglamorous first trip to the City of Angels.
Did I mention that I don’t have my bags and have been wearing the same clothes for the last two days? My beau, Peter, is really going to love the way I stink when he meets me in Denver in the morning.
But there is always a bright side. I did just find this and this in my carry-on. The former will keep me from eating the furniture, the latter from losing my mind.
Do you believe in angels?
ps: If you’re new to this blog, welcome! Did you know that you can get new posts automatically delivered to your inbox here?
