Like any other child growing up in the United States I ate at McDonalds. I don’t remember what I ate when I was little, but I do know I got Happy Meals. At least sometimes, anyway.

When we went to Argentina we would stop at a McDonalds that was outside of the airport. There’s a video of this adventure in 1991 before our first trip back to Argentina, but I have personal memories of it as well. I also remember being there in 1995 when I went with my mom and TEO.

As I was driving home from dropping the fam off at LAX on Monday, I drove past it. There was a red light and I had enough time to take out my camera and snap this picture:

Although I don’t remember the location of the McDonalds from those trips long ago, I remember it being a 2-story Mcdonalds – and this is the only one like that I’ve ever been to. So, there you have it.

Last night while out the moon was GORGEOUS! I was able to capture a pretty good picture. It has nothing to do with McDonalds, but it was cool:

Of course it was much bigger and brighter and beautifuller (eh..) in person.