America.
Oh great America. There you are. It has been some time. But we came again. We set foot here on this land. We heard the song yesterday evening. This is my land...apparently a quiet socialistic song, at least that's what my friend here tells me. A song the conservative appreciate less. Belle uses the words of the make off at you tube about the election campaign with Bush and Kerry. We listen to the performance of the elder Americans at the lake side, one of the lakes around Minnaepolis. The sky line at the the other side, sky high constructions. I notice the contrast with this side of the lake: long lanes, green gardens, big mansions and citizens running, biking and skating. This must be a part of the country where people do strongly care about health and their bodies. Michelle would be happy to catch this picture.
Coming home at our friends house we have a mexican dinner. Tortillas, beans, salad, tomatoes, cheese, avocados and plain yoghurt. We grill the tortillas and cut them up in pieces, this is about vacation. Solange is hungry. Ice cream earlier in the afternoon wasn't a true option for her. No separate spoons for each flavor. So I bought her a nice cinnamon bread at a small bakery. She had some bites but wasn't sure she felt so great. I finished her piece, the taste was really good and pure. Not to sugary. I try to get an idea of the different bakeries in the area. Who knows I'll can think about a small shop at this side of the ocean. Never out of ideas. Simply fun to taste the bread here. The variety though is kind of limited. Most people seem to be quiet OK with the bread at the supermarket. Less expensive, that's for sure. And there is the factor of time. Most Americans are running out of time.
Oh great America. There you are. It has been some time. But we came again. We set foot here on this land. We heard the song yesterday evening. This is my land...apparently a quiet socialistic song, at least that's what my friend here tells me. A song the conservative appreciate less. Belle uses the words of the make off at you tube about the election campaign with Bush and Kerry. We listen to the performance of the elder Americans at the lake side, one of the lakes around Minnaepolis. The sky line at the the other side, sky high constructions. I notice the contrast with this side of the lake: long lanes, green gardens, big mansions and citizens running, biking and skating. This must be a part of the country where people do strongly care about health and their bodies. Michelle would be happy to catch this picture.
Coming home at our friends house we have a mexican dinner. Tortillas, beans, salad, tomatoes, cheese, avocados and plain yoghurt. We grill the tortillas and cut them up in pieces, this is about vacation. Solange is hungry. Ice cream earlier in the afternoon wasn't a true option for her. No separate spoons for each flavor. So I bought her a nice cinnamon bread at a small bakery. She had some bites but wasn't sure she felt so great. I finished her piece, the taste was really good and pure. Not to sugary. I try to get an idea of the different bakeries in the area. Who knows I'll can think about a small shop at this side of the ocean. Never out of ideas. Simply fun to taste the bread here. The variety though is kind of limited. Most people seem to be quiet OK with the bread at the supermarket. Less expensive, that's for sure. And there is the factor of time. Most Americans are running out of time.