A truer statement: Exchange "because" for the "for" and mentally recognize "winter" is the mid January bleak time that I have declare unbearable in Utah.
"We flew south because of Utah's January winter."
The winter days of December, Februrary and March don't bother me for some reason. It is just January's winter that steals my joy.
The flight to Puerto Vallarta,
with a connecting flight through LA, meant our flight was "international" and required getting to the airport nearly 3 hours ahead of departure.
As usual I had bore down hard on cleaning my house the day before and then was "trip proud" all night: I couldn't sleep at all! The extra early alarm was hardly needed.
The flight out of LA took us over Catalina Island. I have only been there once in my life; I would go there again in a heartbeat!
(Actually my purse on my lap somehow reflected in the plane window and was caught within the image I was photographing outside the window.
Odd isn't it?)
The first class extra leg room is most welcomed. Having a meal begin with a hot towel to wipe one's hand is nice and food served on china is pleasant but such perks are not strictly required for my own flight satisfaction.
Just give me a window seat and enough room to sit comfortably and I am good to go.
And so our trip to Mexico began...