Stranded in L.A. There were problems with the plane's navigation system, so after spending several frustrating hours on the tarmac (Jon was considering strangling a group of overzealous evangelizing Mormon missionaries "that moved about the lame air - o - plane like locusts") we were shuttled off to a nearby hotel. We spent the night at The Hacienda curtesy of Air Pacific--cold and drafty with two single beds. A disappointing start, but we have decided that this is quite possibly the first of several setbacks and we need to make the best of these things. You win some, you lose some...that's just the way it goes. At least we got a decent nights rest and will hopefully be able to reschedule the Yasawa Flyer without a penalty. Although it is unfortunate to miss an entire day at Otto and Fanny's, especially because it takes so long to get up there from Nadi. Woke up fairly early and walked a couple miles to El Segundo Beach (near Manhattan each)...a bit dreary (especially for L.A... 50s! But like Jon said we are just weather-acclimating ourselves...like trekkers at the Mt. Everest base camp...10s to 50s to 80s...not bad.) It rained a bit on us so we took a cab back, but it was so nice to see the ocean. The colors were really beautiful and we were practically the only ones there. I was able to weasel in some shots of Jon...a rare occurrence but more to come! We've been listening to our trip theme song to lift our spirits ('Home' by Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros)..."home is wherever with you!!" That is one of the many wonderful things about marriage--we are always home when together. And we will soon be greeted by a southern sun and all will be forgotten.
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