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Our last evening was spent with Donna and Fulvio. We had a wonderful fish cooked in a salt crust for dinner, and we just in general tried to play along with the customs and rituals of the local people, like having flags in all sorts of funny places and variations. In summary the Americans are a friendly yet strange people, even though I'm getting used to the sounds that comes from their mouths. It will be difficult to know what to bring as a gift next time, since they seem to have everything imaginable here, and then some more.
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Surgery on a fish |
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Proud to be an American! |
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Can we stop now? |
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In the morning we had to get up at 5am and rush to the airport. I woke up while we were in line at the check-in counter of Alaska Airlines. They were the only ones still accepting Swissair tickets to get us down to Los Angeles. We were X-rayed, waited in line, were X-rayed some more and then waited in another line. By the time we reached the plane, they were just about to close the door. Good timing.
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The airports are empty these days |
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Trying to fly Swissair |
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Tired of waiting |
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At the Los Angeles airport we waited in vain for all the Swissair managers to take their responsibility and help us carry our baggage or entertain us during the many hours that we had to wait because of them. Nobody around, they were probably all on the golf course. We finally boarded the plane and had a smooth ride home.
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Home again |
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