Day 11 Camarillo - L A - Bus (27 July)

(Written at the Youth Hostle in Mexico City on 30 July)

We greeted the MacCoy´s with sadness but deep gratitude and drove to the LA airport where we dropped the car and took the bus to terminal where Cecilia was supposed to fly from. She checked in and we then we then went down to the other side of the airport where Rene checked in and we had a time to say goodbye. It was a sad but deeply fulfilling experince to be able to thank God for the love and grace he had given us for each other on the journey. We really felt that we had had experienced a bit of heaven on earth. Rene went though the gates to fly to NJ. Jansie and Cecilia greated at the other terminal.

Jansie waited for and hour in the hot LA sun for the nr 42 bus that would take her to downtown LA. The busride took and hour and it was a precious cultural experience that money cannot buy. At the main train station she learned that the Greyhound busterminal was a few blocks away. She shared a taxi with a young french tourist. When the taxi driver tried to rip them off they fought together as if they had known each other for years. But the friendship was shortlived because soon after they borded different busses and Jansie was on her way to El Paso.