Relearning America

Home. Home is a concept that needs to be reevaluated but I’ll save that for later. I’m not feeling profound or philosophical today. Maybe tomorrow. But why is home on my mind? Aren’t I in Spain? Those twenty days of adventure?

Well, shucks folks. La aventurera (me) got a little adventured out and is home. Since Friday. Welcome back to the United States of America. God blesumerica. ‘Cause it needs all the help it can get. Kidding—kind of. I’m negative today. We’ll try to keep that off the blog, but seeing as I’m a speaking in various persons about myself, who knows what sort of box I’ll write myself into.

Thoughts:

• U.S. cities are so illogical. (Wait, how many U.S. cities do I know?? Hmm. Maybe I’m not allowed to say that seeing as my city experience is next to nothing.)
• I can’t bring x, y, or z back home from Spain—and not because they are dairy, meat, or produce. America the prude and conservative and more so when hanging around the corridors of the sub-culture called Christianity. Fíjate bien dónde pisas. It is not necessarily better or worse; it is just different and I need to readjust so I’m not always in a state of shock. From, Really? We do that here? to Sure, go ahead. Me? No. From skunk-in-headlights to verbalizing yes I understand but do not agree. Y finito. The difficulty . . . why must people have such a desire to argue? To convert? . . . and more so, me? Open my mouth and say not only something but something assertive? Ha. That’ll be the day. 

. . . and I got distracted so forgot my other thoughts . . .

This summer:

• Mount Hermon Dining Hall
• My bicycle
• Shakespeare Santa Cruz
• Attempts at Socialization (not as in converting folks to communism)

Back to the States—I need to be positive, so what is it about’merica, about the United States that I can’t help but say ahhhh yeah:

• ·      Skylines serrated by ridges topped with trees and trees and trees, ridge in front of ridge in front of ridge in varying shades of greens and grays, with mist trickling down from a blue sky painted with rose, daisy, or iris clouds . . . on and on and on
• ·      Country Music
• ·      Thrifty’s ice cream
• ·      The Farmer’s Market (the Spanish markets are amazing, but I’m but I’m trying to be positive here. There is an extra bit of homey-ness to the Farmer’s Market, perhaps simply because I am not from the city and know these folks)