I couldn't help but sing the opening song from "Team America" when I landed in Los Angeles for transit.

18 hours of plane and 4-5 hours of waiting in between and I'm finally in New York... With swollen feet and tired pants from my little brother.

And the first thing we did? We wanted food, so we ordered from a Deli around the corner that did delivery, and ordered some curly fries.

So tomorrow we will start our musings - New York, here we come!