Welcome to LAX (again), add some Easter chaos, with a dash off a bunch of people who, like us, have not flown for a while and have absolutely no clue (maybe not us).
Stepping out of the cab at Terminal 2, there was a queue a mile long for people wanting curb side check in. Lucky our somewhat jetlagged intuition kicked in and we broke through the wall of people wanting to check in their luggage on the curb to find a bank of kiosks for the self-check in. Voila, bag tags - printed, boarding passes - printed, and after a 10 minute wait in the bag drop queue we were all done. The lady who checked our credentials and baggage weight seemed relieved that we had our act together and wished us well for the next part of our adventure (it was clear the circus had rolled into town and many people had packed their brains in their baggage). The next part of the adventure....TSA. Actually that was as expected and in no time were we waiting in a very crowded terminal for our flight having an over priced breakfast.
We found some seats out of the way, so out of the way that we missed our boarding call.
There was an early boarding as we were to be bussed to the aircraft.... there is nothing like hearing your name called out over the loud speakers.
We both broke the land-speed record getting to the gate, I think we may have got the gold medal for hurdling the boarding gate lane ropes too.
An airside bus ride around LAX is always fun, and within a few minutes we joined the rest of the masked up people on our baby jet.
This is the view from our plane looking at another baby plane.
As usual Ryan was asleep before engine start (that is the reason he is never, ever, ever, ever allowed to have the window seat, ever. Unlike the pissy little princess on the previous flight, Ryan slept the whole way and woke up as we were on a rather bumpy descent into OAK.
For me, the nerves were beginning to hit - In an hour or two I was about to meet some of Ryan's family (from Lyle's side) - Aunty Shirley, Uncle Wally, Heather, Suzy and Liz.
But first - the drive, on the other side of the road in a part of the US that we had never been before.
Luckily Clyde kept things calm and we arrived in Vallejo in one piece to a very warm welcome. It was really lovely to meet the other side of the family. Ryan had not seen them since 1991.
After spending some time at Aunty Shirley and Uncle Wally's lovely home we headed up the road for about 45 minutes to our hotel in Napa - the Silverado Resort & Spa.
Later that day (once the fully booked hotel had found our “lost” reservation, and had to upgrade us to a suite) we had a late lunch with the cuzzies at a good spot in Napa Valley.