LA to Lima

there will be precious little punctuation here, gang, so just go with it. the keyboard is en español. so, we leave home and our friend terry provides a smooth trip to lax where we debark on the curb outside the tom bradley international terminal, or what i affectionately call the bowels of hell. not so bad today. it`s bright and sunny and we wait in line by a window. the personnel at lan are organized and professional and they need every bit of it to hold back the hoardes. as usual, luggage is piled high and teeters atop various conveyances. it`s about an hour to get through to our gate where we set up shop. ron pays $8 for a cup of mediocre coffee so after he finds out we get 2 meals on the plane, i eat my apple and decide to wait. we have 2 seats to ourselves on the plane and our trip is marred only by the guy in front of ron keeping his seat fully reclined for the entire trip. i feel like he`s in the row with us. also, i have increased appreciation for immigrants because it becomes quite annoying to not understand anything the staff says until they get around to the translation, which does little to improve our understanding. i never did get the the second dinner choice but it could have been a pasta dish. i stuck with the chicken. we land after midnight and are still facing baggage claim, customs, finding our tour guide and getting to the hotel and, at last, our room.