Oh yeah, so I went to America. Not HOME to North Carolina, but to SoCal for my big brother’s wedding. I told a British friend that and she gave me “the look”. I threw my hands up… “I’m not complaining, I’m not complaing… just sayin.”
Anyhow, the trip whizzed by so fast and things were so hectic that I woke up in Wales a couple days ago and was pretty sure it was all a dream. I had to check my phone for photo evidence. Here is what I’ve got:
Sweet California sunshine. Seriously guys, I used to hate Southern California. Mostly because I moved from Orange County to North Carolina when I was a wee one. I thought that my overwhelming love for the North Carolina mountains meant that I was duty bound to dis my old home whenever possible and that wasn’t difficult. I thought of it in terms of pavement, concrete, and smog. I see old friends that still live there as prisoners in pollution and victims of the cruel lie that there is nowhere nicer on earth. But they have seriously cleaned up their act. Planting palm trees everywhere and restricting emissions on cars has made a huge difference. It was sunny and CLEAR every day, waaaay less polluted than I remembered it.
Sweet lil bro trying digestive biscuits. I hadn’t been out of the UK for a full 24 hours before I started craving a hot cuppa and a digestive. And one of my favorite parts of the trip was watching my family enjoy all my new favorite treats.
Costco did not disappoint. Is it just me or is Costco the happiest place on earth? Seriously, good food, cheap prices, and the FEED YOU while you shop. Tell me that isn’t the greatest store on earth. Just look me in the eyes and tell me that.
I made sure to overindulge in all the riches of America. Check out my lil bro’s macaroni and cheese grilled cheese with bacon. God bless America. God bless our arteries.
Reverse culture shock was fun. For one thing, I was strangely aware of all the American accents. The whole trip I found myself wondering, why does everyone sound SO American… like in the movies you know? I forgot how strong our accents are. My British accent still needs work, but I was able to put it on enough to feel a bit fancier when we snuck into Nordstrom to use the bathroom. For another thing, I forgot about bulk shopping. I am pretty sure those kinds of amounts of mayonnaise should be illegal though. BLAH.
Sisters. Oh how much I need them. They tell you when your hair looks awful and when you really are too much of a mess to be seen in public. The girls hounded me for my creepy picture face and attempted to teach me how to “smile natural” for photos. The result was a series of awful selfies that I will treasure forever.
So there it is. California dreaming, and now I’m awake but I’m still in Wales so it is okay.