I’ve spent a lot of my travelling life going to America. My first holiday there was when I was 13 and our parents took my sister and I to New York and Washington DC. Since then I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been back.
I have sat on the edge of the Grand Canyon and rolled dice in Las Vegas, been driven along Highway 1, caught the rays in Palm Springs, eaten Po Boys in Mississippi and beignets in New Orleans. I’ve put my hands in the prints of Marilyn Monroe at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre and looked for buffalo in Golden Gate Park, paddled at La Jolla and visited the book depository in Dallas, been to the top of the Willis Tower and the Empire State Building, and been chauffeur-driven around the Lincoln Memorial and the other National Monuments at night. I’ve seen the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, JFK’s grave at Arlington Cemetery, Pearl Harbor and the surfers in Hawaii, spent a lot of time in Florida and the Mid West and taken the train from coast to coast and up and down. And of course I’ve been to Walt Disney World and Seaworld and Universal Studios (both coasts) more times than I can count. Experiencing America through my son’s eyes, too, has been an absolute joy.
Oh I’m not wearing rose-tinted glasses. I’ve also seen the ugly side of America, the poverty and obesity, and I have witnessed racism first-hand. I read American Studies at university and know a lot about US history, sociology and politics. I’ll be taking a keen interest in today’s election results.