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I just finished writing a list of the 42 days and the things we did during our vacation to Los Angeles.
In order to keep track of the days, when we were out with friends and family they would ask what we were up to and I would usually comment in a way that went, We are on day 23 of 42.
Now that I am back home at my desk and the children are playing, I’m starting to make some sense of all of the movement. In a nutshell, we travelled round trip from Los Angeles from Italy.
It’s about a 15 hour trip. On the way there we took three airplanes. On the way home, two.
I enjoyed it. I liked pushing the buttons of the consols in front of me that had non stop films. I saw one film in particular that I liked about an American basketball player in Iran. I like how films give you a window into the world that we otherwise wouldn’t see.
I also met some cool people during our travels. One guy I spoke to while standing a line who travels frequently pointed out how Dulles, Washington airport is the worst. I didn’t quite get it until he showed me there were no flight monitors and a lot of lines.
It was fun to chat though while waiting.
I met the cousin of one of my good friends who recently got a job in LA and took it. Wow! Go girl!
I met a man on the return trip who is 28 who works on an huge ocean vessel.
That was probably one of the most interesting conversations I’ve had in a long time. In fact, I told my husband every detail I could remember.
My first question was how big the boat was.
Well, he says, it’s called a vessel. Oh. It’s 300 meters long. Well, then I got a picture in my mind of this enormous ship and all of the containers on top.
Second question of course, was Isn’t it dangerous?
Yes, in fact, recently one of the head pilots, (drivers? navigators? colonels?) has been sent to prison when a random search found drugs.
I also spent a great amount of time down at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles as I had my boys enrolled in a summer camp. That has got to be one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever had.
I don’t know how the other parents managed to actually leave their kids at camp and go shopping or to work.
I was glued to my seat taking pictures.
We played with the top players. The line up was amazing. Everyone who visited me had a Dodger story. My highlights were getting to know the players. I talked with one who was so funny, Landreaux, who told me about the time he slept in front of the consulate in Italy as he had forgotten his passport and couldn’t get back home to Los Angeles.
When I asked what a retired ball player does, he smiles and says the Dodgers took good care of him and now he golfs.
I also watched my youngest boy play side by side with Steve Yeager for four days. Steve pitched and my son was chosen to be next to him fielding fly balls. One of my friends I grew up with tells me Steve used to hang out with his dad. I believe him. They say Steve’s a great guy.
Kenny Landreaux said most important thing to do is play every day. He’d throw balls against the wall if he didn’t have anyone to play with.
Maybe that was Powell. Or Howell.
We met them too.
Watching my eldest son play is better than ice cream for me. I witnessed him make an outstanding, no two outstanding double plays. Arms up proud.
He was so fast and smart. I love those guys.
Seeing family and friends
I don’t know exactly how I managed but there were two big reunions scheduled in northern California. One was my study abroad program. When I was at university, I wandered into the international programs office one day, read a binder about studying abroad and signed up.
We spent a year in Florence. All of those kids have grown up into such great people I’m proud to call friends. What a great decision that was — to study abroad, that is.
If you don’t know, my sister has always been my solid rock for me. A year and half older than me, she continues to guide me. She flew out with her family and we got together with ten of us both in northern and southern California.
Fun times. What I recall the most was the laughter. Every where: laughter.
I some times think that taking a big trip is sort of like painting the house. You just look and think, you know I have to do that. And then next day comes, and the next day comes and you just find that your walls haven’t been painted and the trip hasn’t been taken.
It was wonderful feeling when what I believed, I achieved.
Have a nice day.