I’m back in the land where they say “aitch” for “h”, instead of “haitch”. Also, Moose Tracks ice cream, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, peanut butter cups, and Zaxby’s chicken. Where burgers are burgers because of the hamburger, not because of the bun. Where people drive on the right side instead of the wrong… I mean, the left side. Where I can get a Frosty at Wendy’s, though I love me some Maccas coffee at the McCafe.
And yet, this is the place where I need to do some research in order to make a lemon lime and bitters, there are no potato wedges with sour cream and chilli sauce (not even at Outback), and there’s no barbecue sauce on the meat lover’s pizza. I know, it’s sad.
You’re probably waiting for me to talk more, but I’m still recovering from the trip, and my brain isn’t always keeping up. Jet lag isn’t too bad, but it isn’t good, either. But I’m doing well, staying up with the American hours, and going to bed at American times, in order to get back to normal, as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, while I’m very, very grateful to be home, I miss all my Aussie friends dearly. Good night, and I’ll write again soon.