I love to travel, I love going places and seeing new things, or for that matter just re-experiencing old favorites. I’ve mentioned before that I’ve done quite a bit a traveling, so I know what to expect. Even still it never ceases to amaze me when I encounter somebody who just doesn’t have a clue. Now I’m not talking about somebody who doesn’t know to take their shoes off – oh no I’m talking about somebody who must live in a cave!

This week I flew out of the smallest airport I’ve ever been in. The “terminal” was so small that the baggage carousel at Los Angeles (where I was headed to) wouldn’t have fit inside the terminal building. The terminal is so small that security is in another building (as is the waiting room). After clearing security and waiting for our flight, I actually heard a woman say “I can’t believe they made us go through security here, I thought that they would take care of it right after we got off the plane in Los Angeles…”

Ah yes, because we’re not concerned about the bad guys getting on the plane – Nope they can get on the plane, but we just can’t have them arriving in Los Angeles! I was tempted to ask her when she planned on getting her money changed to the local currency in Los Angeles…