Hello, hello Seaside
Today was brighter, albeit with some rain later on, and the town was on the beach. With the tide out, it is a vast expanse of sand. But then, this is America, where everything’s bigger. Including the hangover I had from last night. Soup was served for neighbours and guests, so we were entertained first by David and Lisa, who lived opposite having downsized to just the 3 acres on retirement. He’s a Vietnam vet, and fairly loud – which was totally in keeping, in context – so ticked several boxes for me on my American Experience tour. A particularly grating American hiker had checked in whilst I was reading in the lounge and I’d resolved not to meet him, but in the end it was he who stayed up latest, full of stories about his hike so far – California the destination – and life in the woods, where he lives and works on a small resort, reachable only by boat.
My highlight of today was the reaction of one American. It’s perfectly normal to say hello to people as you pass on the street and get a friendly reaction, but he, largish, mid 20s perhaps, didn’t miss a beat nor slow down, but managed to get out a deep and resonant “how’re you folks doing today?” Brilliant.
“devote themselves to the avoidance of every opinion with which they were not perfectly familiar, and regard their own brains as a sort of sanctuary, to which if an opinion had infer resorted, none other was to attack it.”