Monday, August 5

At LAX we had an American Breakfast at Ford’s Filling Station. Irma added it to the pizza we had once in Vartiokylä as the worst food she had ever tasted.

On Hawaiian Airlines we had spectacular food. Now we have deplaned, in the jargon, found our luggage, and stand waiting for a taxi.

The cabs arriving at the rank take all sorts of forms: saloon cars, station wagons, jeeps. Ours takes the form of a stretch limo.

We will chuckle all the way to the hotel.