The Layover in LAX

So I arrived in LAX this morning at 9:15 Pacific Time after a peaceful and smooth flight out of Milwaukee.  I got the window seat trapped in by a very sleepy couple in their late 20's who just fell asleep on each other's shoulder so my plane ride consisted of reading, listening to music, and looking out the window once we got past all the boring cornfields.  Of course we flew over the Rockies and some canyons in what I assume was Arizona (not sure if any of them were Grand or not) but the most interesting thing about the flight was flying into Los Angeles itself.

I cannot believe how many people live in this valley.  Once the mountains reach the valley floor the wilderness instantly stopped and BOOM...civilization.  I have never seen so many houses in one place before, and LA just kept sprawling out as we cruised over it I was just waiting to see the downtown that finally showed itself.  To a first time visitor to LA, the miles and miles of sprawling development around the seeming pinprick of the downtown in the middle.  There was hardly any green that I could see anywhere except for one random large park in the middle.  Anyway I have gotten very acquainted with the Tom Bradley International Airport (which I misread the first time and was walking around thinking how weird it was to have a airport in LA with the same name as the Boston superstar quarterback Tom Brady) waiting for my flight which leaves at 10:30 tonight. Hasn't even made it onto the departure board yet but luckily I found and outlet for my computer and therefore can Sporcle, which I am wrapping up this post to do. Next time you hear from me I'll be in Australia. Peace.