World Cup Diary: In the City of Angels
As the Frontier plane descended and tilted its wings to prepare for landing at Los Angeles Airport, concluding the flight from Atlanta, a vast expanse stretching to the horizon of the city appeared in an instant at the window. A fresh, cool breeze rushed in as I left the airport. Not the warm, humid, and immediately rainy welcome like in Miami last week on the East Coast of the United States. No, this is the West Coast, the Pacific Ocean, in the "City of Angels."
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