We had plane tix for Sept 15, and were thinking we wouldn't be able to fly. It turned out that was the first day they let planes in the air again, and the airports were an absolute madhouse - everyone trying to get out of where they had been stranded. We were rerouted and got to SoCal very late in the day. We were in San Diego (Balboa Park) that Sunday, and there was a big gathering with military bands and things. Then we went to Disneyland the next day, and it was so empty. We walked down Main St. all by ourselves in the morning, and had Mickey and Minnie completely to ourselves. They had set up some folding tables out front to check bags - first time we'd ever seen that. One morning in DCA, there was an act going on outside the train cafe (can't remember the name) and we were the only ones watching it! We stayed for a long time, just so they'd have somebody to perform for! It was so weird. The whole trip was very bittersweet. But it was actually nice to be able to escape the harsh reality of life at that time, and be in a happy place. But there was an element of guilt about that, I guess, too. Just surreal, really.