On the flight I got to talk with a nice lady from the Chinese Embassy in Washington, D.C. If I remember right her name was Hung Ho. Foreign names are harder for me to remember. Apparently Montana and Utah are in the same district as Washington D.C. when it comes to Chinese embassies. She said the most surprising thing when she first came to the U.S. was how little most people knew about China. It's a big country.
After a bit of confusion and almost sleeping through the boarding call. Well, sleeping through the boarding call, and almost missing my flight I made it to L.A. close to on time. From the airport, I took the metro downtown through some neighborhoods indistinguishable from Tijuana. There were a lot of Hispanic people speaking Spanish on the train.
Now that I'm at the hotel, I have to find something to do until my room is ready. It won't be ready until 3:00. So here I am blogging.