Fame has it's setbacks...

First off, to a very devoted, if not a little guilty feeling, reader, thank you, but you really needn't have gone through the long hassle of going through 51 different rants of insanity. Thoughtful, very much so, but a little unnecessary. I mean, what do I write that would change in 51 blog posts? It's the same old stuff isn't it? But thanks, it really means a lot that a person would go through the strenuous labor of pursuing the vast void that is my literary world. ^^ And to all my other readers, you are not forgotten, believe me it would be hard to forget you. I have a feeling some may be addicted. I vanish for a week and the day of my return brings the pressure to write. My brain needs sleep. We never went to bed earlier than midnight last week. Can you write after going through such conditions? Not immediately.

So, to explore my absence, as I have told you, I spent last week with my cousin and two aunts. Disneyland trip.

Day 1 - Sunday
Drive to the airport proves nerve testing. Would I be lost in an airport for the rest of my life? My first solo flight journey seemed a daunting feat. (In this clever cover life, that is)
I checked in my luggage with my mom, got the gate number and set off...

Security seemed less than scary once I reached the line that meant that the inspection began. Was there a bomb hidden in the carry on of the old lady in front of me? The uniformed specialists settled the case. Safe air travel at last!

I did happen to meet a person there that I did not expect, but I will not go further into that business.

On the airplane: Delightful child in the row in front of me passes the time by playing several games of peek-a-boo with another passenger and myself.

Landing in Orange County is uneventful. It was not difficult to locate my three relatives and together we set off to collect our luggage.

After a short wait, the luggage was found, the rental car was ready, and we were off. First order of business: Where are we? Quickly finding all needed destinations, we set off for church.

But lo and behold! It was young single adult ward! Imagine the shock, the fright, the humiliation. The wordless stares of those that passed us. What were these people doing there? Only they knew...

All and all, it was a good sacrament meeting. Enjoyable, once the others had confirmed that we were indeed just visiting because it was the only ward that could accommodate our flight plans.

Next, food. A random drive takes us to a real Mexican restaurant where the waitresses don't speak english. Were we abashed? No. We stayed, and in the end, it was a rather interesting experience.

Definitely a day to take one out of their comfort zone, I would conclude. For the second day of this tale will have for tomorrow. Until then, my friends, I depart.