From the moment I set foot back on American soil from my oversea adventure, I thought my feet would remain in the dusty flatlands that constitute the Nebraskan terrain. However, here I am on the metaphorical "road" of life. Who could have guessed where I would end up? Certainly not me, as I became aware of this excursion only just a few months ago. Anyway, enough with the small talk and the friendly banter; the Californian coast beckons my name. As I reside amongst the tender embrace of a Hotel Comforter, I write this in the hopes of reviving my little family adventure. Today is Thursday, the thirteenth day of August. Essentially, today could be summed up to one word, exhausting. Do not get me wrong, being in the big city of Los Angeles ignites a certain spark of exhilaration, excitement, and promise. However, the events that transpired today wore me thin to my core. We awoke to the annoying pinging of an alarm clock, and before we could rid ourselves of the cloying stench of sleepiness, we were on the road to the airport in Omaha. Our flight left at 7:40, so naturally, we had to be on the road by 5:00 a.m. The drive to the airport was not what broke the camel's back, so to speak. The airplane took care of that. Recall that the last time I flew was last year. Even then, it was a challenge to me. This time proved to be no different. The stresses of having your luggage checked, people crowding around you, the foreful turbulence buffetting your entire being never cease around the sport of flying. As always, my head spun in every direction imaginable upon landing. A massive headache left me in shambles. Once we took the shuttle to our car rental company, we selected a Sanada, and we were off. But, the Gods of Traffic Safety were not on our side. In fact, they may have found our awkwardness to be all in good sport. We did not get more than a few inches out of the lot before we were confronted with our first potential traffic disaster. Some person that should be labeled in a much more cruel manner pulled out right in front of us, and then he proceeded to back up, all while expecting us to accommodate his actions. ONce we recovered from that initial shock, we began our drive to find our hotel. We had a GPS device, but it did little to ease the tension. At first, it started leading us over a thousand miles off our intended course. Once we realized the mistake, we quickly corrected it to prevent any more freak-outs in the family. Over the next two hours, we navigated across freeways, battling demonic motorcyclists, and withstanding the berratements of multiple citizens and their flying birds. After an entire day's travels, we came upon a most welcoming sight, our hotel. With only a couple miles separating us from Disneyland, we are ready to begin anew in the morn a whole new set of adventures. I must depart for now, but I will return with more stories tomorrow. I thank you for indulging me for this long. I hope that I can continue to provide entertainment in the following days.

Flying above the clouds

The Decor at our Hotel 

The walk from our hotel