LAX

So I am sitting in the lobby (is it called the lobby?) or the airport waiting area in LAX. I am so excited. Usually I love to eavesdrop, but everyone is speaking French around me so I do not really have the ability to truly be nosy. I need to learn a foreign language. The other sound I have been hearing for the past 45 minutes is this shrieking child. No, this is not a pain cry. This is a "I am a brat and my parents have absolutely no ability to discipline me so now I shall make you all pay for their inadequacy as parents." I honestly do not understand the no spanking thing. If my child is throwing a hissy fit and yelling at me at the top of his lungs, I am going to give him something to cry about. This child is now running around the airport and screams every time his Dad touches him. Modern child psychology has ruined public peace. On a brighter note, there is this darling old couple across from me. He leans over her and holds her hand. It is so cute. I love old people. Especially cute ones. I leave here at 4:30 pm and arrive in London at 11 am. That would be 3 am our time :-) I have a nine hour layover in London and get to find my way across London to Heathrow Airport from Gatwick. I really want to go see paliament and Buckingham palace since I have to cross the city anyways. We shall see how easy it is to find my way around. I have been assured that it is a color coated train system so I should be good. Before I part, I wanted to share this great quote I read:

"To complain that life has no joys while there is a single creature whom we can relieve by our bounty, assist by our counsels or enliven by our presence, is to lament the loss of that which we possess, and is just as irrational as to die of thirst with the cup in our hands." - Thomas Fitzosborne

:-)