(Entry by Dad)
We made it on our first leg of the flight to Los Angeles. We checked into the Radisson hotel that is just outside the entrance to LAX airport for a day-stay. We have to leave at 6pm for our next flight. This has given us a place to do last-minute emails (Jeff and Mike), play cribbage (Robin and Brigitte), nap (Dada and Brigitte), and relax (Grandma). And have lunch.
We leave for the airport in about an hour to catch our flights. We hope our luggage makes it again. One down, one to go!
Our next post will be from New Zealand!
(Robin's post saying that going to the Southern Hemisphere causes us to lose a day was inaccurate. It's a geography thing. It's going toward the east that causes it. We pass the international date line which changes the day one day forward (to the West) or one day backward (traveling to the east). With every time zone adding an hour as you go east, or subtracting an hour as you go west, there has to be SOME place where those hours add up and you have to adjust by a day. The International Date Line was placed down the Pacific ocean because it's the most open space on the planet.
So we'll cross the line on our way to New Zealand and arrive an extra day behind. When we return we'll cross it the other way and get the day back. So we'll arrive home before we leave. Fun!
Dad
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4 comments:
You just HAVE to be so technical about east/west and north/south! Gosh! :) jk
Glad you are on your way and having a good time already! I'm excited to keep up on the adventure!
Okay, I totally got lost on all the time zone things...but I followed perfectly the part about playing games, napping, and eating! So it looks like this trip is really going to happen, huh? Proud of you guys for pulling it off!
I've told Robin this story before, I think, but that's never stopped me, huh, Robin? In March of 1953 Mom and I drove from Dallas to San Francisco and got on a ship with some other dependents and lots of troops and sailed to Yokohama to join Dad, who had been in the Air Force in Korea for the Police Action and had been transferred to Japan. I had a friend in school who was born in February, 1944, but only once in his life had he been able actually to celebrate his birthDAY. Yep... when he sailed to Japan the year before us, he crossed the date line going west, and the day he lost was his birthday - February 29.
Why do I think packing is less traumatic for Jeff
My mother is the queen of tramatic packing, and my father is the king of last minute packing. They are complete opposites when it comes to the suitcase. So funny sometimes!!!
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