This past Friday I think I experienced the most American day ever. I’m not really sure what could have topped it. Part one covered the number one attraction in Minnesota and the second covered the number one sport in the Unites States. Can you guess what they are? Well, if you don’t know, read on:
The Minnesotans pride themselves with their annual state fair: The Great Minnesota Get Together.
It really is spectacular. The food ranges from deep fried pickles, deep fried cheesecake and deep fried anythings to corndogs, hot dogs, Sweet Martha’s famous cookies, funnel cakes, Wisconsin cheese curds, fresh milk, lemonade and German root beer (apparently it’s the same as the regular which I don’t actually like). There are rides and games and animal shows and butterfly houses and rodeos and the lottery and and and. I could go on. Anything extravagant, you name it, it can probably be found at the Minnesota State Fair. I was lucky enough to go with my host family who invited me to come along and enjoy the amazing weather and quality time. We ate way too much food and spent way too much money, but it was well worth it. I even tried some Oktoberfest beer at a saloon bar. What a combination. Cheers! The boys were so tired, they both fell asleep in their strollers (buggies) on the way to the car. You’d think that was enough for one day, but I was invited to join Jeff and Maria to go to an (American) football game with, of course, Marisel.
My first Friday Night Lights experience: We watched the local high school team play and enjoyed some more American food i.e. a hotdog. Sadly, our team wasn’t doing so well, but that didn’t matter. You go for the atmosphere and the solidarity. I must admit I did feel a small hint of pride when the Woodbury team scored. What I enjoyed most about the football game as a European or as my official title states: a non-resident alien, is the realisation that all the movies you watched growing up (aka High School Musical, Cinderella Story) are actually based on true life. The coaches and their headsets, the marching band, the cheerleaders, the huge amounts of people supporting a high school sports team and even the guy dressed as the mascot are all real. If you grew up in Europe this was just a fantasy. Now I got to live it. Marisel is considering going back to high school just for the sake of the American experience. Just kidding, but wouldn’t that be fun. I now understand the most basic rules of the game and even caught a t-shirt the cheerleaders were shooting to the crowd. Success! It did come in handy. When it starts getting chilly in the evening, you know summer is coming to an end and autumn is just around the corner. I can’t wait for this next season. Although I love summer, I am ready for the leaves to change and the days to get cosier. That, my friends, concludes my most American day ever. You’ll hear from me soon.
Love, Sophie x