Seventeen - NadiaThe first thing I noticed about L.A. was the traffic. The never ending, one mile an hour, sweltering, angry driver traffic. We had the windows rolled down by this point, giving up on the poor little air conditioner that just couldn’t. It meant the heat was basically wafting in one window and out the other, without bringing much relief with it, but it was better than just sitting there in a room full of used, mostly warm air. At least this was sort of fresh.
We’d gotten into the general L.A. area nearly an hour and a half ago and it felt like we hadn’t made any progress at all. Of course, we had, but between the never-ending line of cars and our own exhaustion, we might as well have been walking. We probably would have gotten there faster.
Wherever there was.
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