The last three days in America were meant to be spent in New York. Friends travelling with us had arranged for three nights with their relatives in central Manhattan. As it turned out, our friends flew home on time and we were unexpected guests for five more days. Thanks to Hurricane Sandy our plane was cancelled at the last minute on the Sunday, and the first flight we could bag was on the following Friday.
This was the day before Sandy arrived. |
We threw ourselves on the mercy of our new acquaintances and they
responded with fantastic hospitality and good grace, so thank you Sharon
and Paul Blackman. We felt worse imposing on them than they did having
strangers in their home. They also had friends lodging with them who
lived in lower Manhattan and had lost their power supply, so it was a
social week. But we had plenty of time to visit the sights and catch a
show.
Our last Frank Lloyd Wright building. |
The hurricane came and went, and we
hardly noticed its passing. However, walking down Manhattan we found
that others weren't so fortunate. Marinas were damaged, cranes toppled,
electricity cut off, houses lost their walls and subways were inundated
by the sea. We felt extremely lucky…
These were on the day after Sandy had paid a visit. |
We loved walking the streets getting a feel for this vibrant city. Of all the places we'd visited, we felt this was the one we could live in. Maybe it was the cosmopolitan mix of nations, or the energy on the streets, whatever it was there was a feeling of open minded acceptance that we missed in small town America. It felt almost European in outlook, acknowledging that there was a world out there that wasn't necessarily threatening.
Three months travelling the lesser known parts of North-East America has been a wonderful education. By learning America's history first hand, talking to hundreds of people and seeing for ourselves how ordinary folk live their lives, we both feel we have a much better understanding of what makes Americans tick.
It's still a relatively young country, and we reckon their national mood reflects this. A couple of hundred years ago when Britain was the most powerful nation on Earth we built numerous monuments to our heroes. We had total confidence in our power. We believed we were a civilising force for good around the world. We proudly flew the national flag outside our homes and stood solemnly when the National Anthem was playing. This is how Americans are today.
Overwhelmingly, any US citizen will happily state that they're proud to be American.
Diane and I aren't proud to be English, but we are both very grateful.