The big college decision is on the horizon for Isaac, so this morning he and I flew down to Los Angeles for a few days to visit Biola and Azusa Pacific.
Adam and Brady dropped us off at the airport in Oakland about two hours ahead of our noon flight. We cleared security quickly and Isaac wanted to explore the food options available, so we trekked from one end of the airport to the other in search of his ideal cuisine. Four thousand steps later, he decided on a breakfast burrito.
Although he declared that the burrito was merely "meh" (and I agreed that my sandwich wasn't any better), we boarded our flight. I didn't have high hopes for my first post-policy change Southwest flight given Abby's disastrous experience earlier this month, but it wound up going off without a hitch. Even though the flight was full and Adam didn't pay for upgrades, we somehow still wound up sitting in extra legroom seats in row 4 and got the coveted pistachios. (I was shocked.)
After a quick hour-long flight we landed at Burbank Airport, which we both deemed excellent for its adorable, old-school vibe and excellent signage, and secured our rental car. Since we had a few hours to kill, I asked Isaac if there was anything he'd like to do, and he mentioned that seeing the Hollywood sign would be cool, so we tried to do that. We failed, but we did take a nice drive up to the Observatory.
Then he suggested we drive east to Claremont to visit my old stomping grounds, so that's what we did. As we rolled into town, I had a sudden memory of 21 Choices --a froyo place we occasionally visited during our college days-- so we Googled our way to one and enjoyed some cool treats, which seemed fair since it was 90 degrees. (His was banana cream, mine was cold brew coffee mixed with pretzels and salted caramel. Thumbs up for both.) Then we drove back to CMC's campus and walked around. I hadn't been in a number of years and lots of changes have been made --mostly the addition of new dorms-- so it felt different. But there were still moments when the sense of familiarity was so strong that it seemed as if I'd only been away for a few years. And thankfully, the fountain in front of Bauer Center where Logan once stripped off his clothes and went for a joyful splish-splash is still intact.
Then it was on to La Mirada and the Biola University campus for a Sandlot Revival featuring the Savannah Bananas' RobertAnthony Cruz. Before the event began, we walked around and got a feel for the campus (although we'll get a better feel during tomorrow's Admitted Students Day). The worship event was relaxing and inspirational, and hopefully, prayerfully, someone in the audience was touched by Coach Rac's testimony and the music.
By then it was 8:30, so we routed back to Cane's for chicken fingers (since Isaac had a yen) and then got back on the 5, bound for my brother Charlie and Alexi's house in the LA hills. We sat around the kitchen table and chatted for a few hours before Charlie showed us to our rooms. I am grateful to them for their hospitality, and I'm thankful that I'm finally getting to see their home in person.
And now... well, now I'm exhausted. It'll be an early morning and a busy day, but I'm looking forward to it. And I'm grateful to God for His provision in every area of my life, for He is good in every way possible.