I haven’t written in a while, so forgive me if I repeat anything! I am happily settled in the USA, and really enjoying the “All American Dream”. This place, Milwaukee is really the typical American city (like the cities you see in the movies) It is a super cute area where kids are safe and have freedom; they draw on the side walk, have lemonade stands and play out ‘til dark. It’s very American to say “out” as opposed to “outside”, so I keep asking “out where?”
The first of many chalk drawings |
If I review the last month and a bit, I have seen a 4th of July celebration, gone to two fantastic concerts and traveled through 5 States, visited Chicago and discovered the WONDERS of skype!
The 50 States of America |
4th of July was really fun, I wore an American flag Tee, jeans and Red, White and Blue shiny bead necklaces, I felt truly American...but when I heard the star-spangled banner (the American anthem for those that don’t know) that was the first time that I felt truly home sick…I just wanted to shout (yes, SHOUT) Nkosi Sikele Afrika! I youtubed it, just to hear the amazing voices of African harmony, then I made my host parents and their family listen to it. They all agreed we have an amazing diverse anthem, but knew that they would never be able to sing along.
No Doubt, wow that was awesome! To hear one of my favourite old school bands sing the words that made them famous, it was a spine tingling feeling. Unfortunately after indulging on a fantastic Mexican meal, I woke up with food poisoning! Luckily both my host parents are doctors so I spent the next day resting, drinking Gatorade and eating crackers.
No Doubt (google image) |
Next was the Blink 182 concert, which I attended with a friend of mine, after staying away from the Mexican stand and on my way to concert bliss…I dropped my camera! But that was not going to get in my way of having a blast. There were 3 opening bands (one that we missed, but had never heard of anyway) Fall out Boy and Panic at the disco! WOW, WOW WOW! It took me back to the days of being a teenager (like last year…) where you truly feel like the band is singing to you, and about your problems, feelings and emotions.
Arati and I at the Blink 182 concert |
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