The plane landed swiftly on the ground, and we were in the runway at LAX. The airport in Los Angeles, California. My brother and I looked out towards the window, and admired the little view of the city we got from the runway in the airport. We could see from afar just the skyline of the city. A magnificent city where everyone, from celebrities to living dolls, lived and partied in.
The pilot brought the plane over to the tube that connected the airplane's door with the tunnel allowing people to walk inside the airport. The door of the airplane was opened about five minutes after completely stopping. The five of us left the airplane, and went the fastest we could to the check-in station in the airport. After waiting in line for almost a half hour, we were finally called and my mom and her boyfriend took charge of the whole deal. After having our passports checked, we went to baggage claim, where each one of us picked up their own bag and carried out into the exit of the airport.
At the door, Richard stopped as he punched in a number on his iPhone 4S. He put the phone to his ear, and told somebody on the phone that our plane had arrived. Next, he waved his hand high in the air towards a man in a suit. The man walked over to us, and he put on a chauffer's hat.
"Good evening, Mr. Jacobs. Was your flight pleasant?" The man in the suit asked.
"Yes, thank you very much James. Christine, kids, this is my chauffer James." Richard said.
"Hi." My brothers and I said.
"Hello. Can I take your bags?" James asked Richard.
Richard nodded, and while James and him got our bags on the car, my mom walked my brothers and I over to the car waiting outside. James opened the trunk of a black escalade, and my mom and brothers climbed inside the backseats. There was a TV inside the car, and the seats were made of black smooth leather. Richard closed the trunk of the car after successfully bringing all the bags inside the car. The two of them got inside the car, and the chauffer drove out of the airport area.
As he drove the car through the streets of L.A. to get to the hotel, I couldn't help but admire all the surroundings. On our way, we drove through the highway, bits of the city's skyline came into view. The whole city just screamed: fabulous and show-business. It felt like being driving on the show of "Keeping Up With The Kardashians". James drove the car throgh the Hollywood Boulevard, and we got a clear view of the area. Suddenly, our hotel came into view, and James drove the car right through the hotel's driveway.
We left the car, and a bellboy came rushing to help us bring the bags down. Richard was going to pay James, and he asked Richard,
"Sir, when shall I pick you up for Malibu?"
"Come on Friday early in the morning, but bring the convertible Challenger. You don't have to drive us there, I'll drive. Actually, have Peter bring in the car with his agency."
James nodded, and then asked for a taxi and left the hotel. We all walked inside the hotel, and as my mom and Richard walked over to the front desk to get us checked-in at the hotel, I admired the hotel's lobby. It was a very modern area, with black leather couches and glass tables. On the roof if had a modern chandelier with glass that fell and the ends created the ilusion of a spiral.
Just when I had been caught up with much excitement admiring the hotel's lobby, my mom came back to show us our rooms. We followed her to the almost last floor of the building, where the whole city could be seen through the windows. After unpacking, we went down to the main level to explore the city a little. Just walk around the areas close to our hotel.
We had the Capitol Records building pretty close to our hotel. We walked towards it and took a few pictures near the entrance; the pictures came out as the typical tourists walking through the Hollywood Boulevard. While walking through the places nearby, I kept looking down to the ground, as I admired the names of the celebrities and Hollywood's Greatest printed on pink stars in the marble sidewalk. As of now, I had already seen John Travolta's name, and a lot of the classics.
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