I'm a bird, I'm [in] a plane!

We got a treat this morning when our good friend (who also happens to be the world's greatest vet) asked S. and I if we'd like to take a morning flight over LA with him.

We both shouted "hooray!", jumped up and clicked our heels together, and rushed through our grocery shopping at the local Farmer's Market.

We took off from Torrance airport in a 4-seater Cessna. It was my absolute first time in a tiny, single-engine plane and for all intents and purposes, S.'s as well (you see he flew in one once so long ago he doesn't even really remember it except to say that he remembers being in one).

I got to fly copilot! We flew over LAX, through Santa Monica, Hollywood, around downtown LA, followed the 710 through Long Beach, saw the Queen Mary, and zipped around the Palos Verdes Peninsula, back in through Redondo Beach and home to Torrance.

It was so beautiful and surreal. And I near about got airsick in the plane. It took everything in me not to, well, you-know-what. My lesson learned is to keep Dramamine with me at all times - especially since we'll probably have more impromptu plane rides in our future!