So my picture doesn't really indicate it, but LAX was hopping when I got there about 10pm at night. Not only was it busy, but I was the only anglo-saxon face in sight. Heavens, there weren't any normans or gauls even. OK, there were no white people. This was kind of fun though. I heard about five different langauges wondering around from line to line. When I waited in the CathayPacific line to get my boarding pass I struck up a conversation in Cantones with the person next to me. I didn't completely bomb my first attempt in years and that gave me a boost of confidence.
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