It’s Monday afternoon and I am sitting in a café in Kungsbacka, sipping at a piping hot mug of coffee that sadly tastes more like boiled tar and I am watching the rain as it pelts down outside. In forty-eight hours I will be at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm, patiently waiting for my next flight. In forty-eight hours I will be one step closer to America, one step closer to the people who welcomed me into their lives and who made me feel so at home, only last year. In some strange way, it almost feels as if I am coming home…home from home.
I cannot wait to meet the good people of Minnesota again, to take in the sights and the sounds, to feel the sun on my face, to breathe in the fresh air, to see the vast beauty of the America Midwest.
American pancakes with maple syrup and fresh blueberries, seafood surprises at Red Lobster, succulent ribs at Peters on Lake Ripley, in Litchfield, spicy Buffalo Wings, Rosie’s popovers with honey mixed butter…the list goes on. The only thing I didn’t like about America was the coffee and seriously, drinking this coffee here today, I can safely say that even American coffee is better.
Last year an American told me that surely there were more exciting countries to visit than America. My reply was that everything is relative. Some people seek the sun and others seek the shade. Some people seek the mountains and some the snow while others seek the sand and the surf. Others still, seek the hustle and bustle of life while others seek peace and serenity. Some seek wilderness adventures and others seek sun spangled lakes and the natural beauty of life. America has all the above and more.
So in forty-eight hours I will be at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm. I will be ready and waiting to board my flight, eager to get back to that American dream. You never know, maybe I will see you there.
Bye for now