"Everyone passed the first punctuality test," exclaimed Profe. Levin, as the last of our entourage arrived in front of Tom Bradley at 8:29am. With our luggage in tow, we made our way to the Latam ticketing counter where we were immediately ushered to two agents who promptly printed out our boarding passes. I've heard that you shouldn't say "It's quiet" in a hospital emergency room for fear of opening the door to misfortune, and so I had a similar suspicion as we made our way through security without much rigmarole. "What a quiet Saturday at LAX," I noted, and indeed, we were fast to pass our bodies and bags through the security x-ray scanners.
Happily, we're now seated at our gate, with a comfortable amount of time before we board our first flight. As spring turns to summer here, we'll travel through time and across space towards another autumn, winter rearing its frigid head in Argentina soon enough.
And now, messages from the terminal (overheard at Gate 134):
"Could I quickly check something on my phone--I want to see when the Portugal/Spain game starts."
"Look what the cat dragged in."
"Do you want to split a pizza?"
"Uhhhhhhh......"
"Santi lost his shoe!"
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