First up - leaving the airport. We had a heck of a time arranging for our rental vehicle - and Auntie M had trouble picking it up. So she showed up at the airport with her Honda FIT. Just to put it into perspective, her FIT makes our IMPREZA look big. *lol* So, we loaded up the kids into the FIT, left Hubby at the airport with the luggage and went off in search of the vehicle needed to hold all our bags for a couple of days.
The rental place was locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Spike belts, security guards, checkpoints. It was crazy. And we had to pay cash, up-front. And they wanted Social Security Numbers and credit checks. Clearly, they've had some trouble in the past. After an hour, we returned to the airport and thankfully, Hubby and luggage were still there. Then the fun really began.
So, we have no cell phones - we left those with our former employers. We have no GPS - well, we have a GPS, but Hubby deleted the US maps to make room for the Australian maps. We didn't even have one of those old fashioned paper maps on us. And I've only been to LA once. So we relied solely on following Auntie M from LAX to her home near Venice Beach. No problem - she drives a bright blue car. It can't be that hard to keep up with her. HA. We didn't even get off the airport property and she was GONE. Vanished. Taken an exit that was clearly VERY hidden!
So we found ourselves driving down Century Blvd with NO idea where we were or where we needed to go. And no cell phone to let Auntie M know where we were and what we were doing. We pulled over into the nearest gas station, bought a map, got change, called Uncle I to update Auntie M and found our way home. Thank goodness I paid attention in grade 10 geography!
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