My husband has this embarrassing affliction whereby he talks in the local accent of wherever we may be located. We are talking American, Australian, Irish, French. You name it they just keep coming. It must be genetic. My youngest son is at it too. They don't mean to, it just seems inbuilt within them. If we don't get deported it will be a miracle.
We are currently in America. A non-sailing holiday. My husband's request. Quite fussy honestly. A holiday without the smell of damp neoprene and a set of sailing instructions. This could be interesting.
It was miraculous that we ever made it here but that really is a story for the bar late one evening. Buy me a drink and I will happily share the tale.
Travelling distances is hard. You find yourself jet lagged and confused. We woke the other morning at 5am and congratulated each other on a marvellous sleep. On the flip side it is wonderful. I love to see how others live. I think my children are the same.
We arrived at the airport and the smell was unmistakable. It took me back to Hong Kong Days. The musty air con immediately followed by the hot humid smell is unique and special.
There is the usual excitement following the acquisition of the hire car with driving on the funny side of the road in a funny car with funny laws. I forgot to put my headlights on. No-one seemed much fussed. I also pulled part of the plastic dashboard off in an attempt to put the handbrake on. When to turn at lights? Apparently you can right turn when you please. I've yet to have this officially confirmed. Part of the wonderful rich tapestry of travelling.
The supermarket. One of the best holiday excursions. A true indicator of a country. A frantic search for the funniest biggest items we can find. That's a good game. America is utterly super sized with gallons of milk and portions bigger than you've ever seen. Pricing is funny. Eggs cost nothing but deodorant that's a virtual luxury.
I love it. I want to sit and soak it all up. The funny accents (even my families own attempts), the food super sized and unusual, the customs (they are so jolly and nice). I like to think I could ever tire of it all.
So what does a non-sailing holiday hold? Swimming and lots of it, followed by water slides and thrilling rides. We are all mild adrenaline junkies at heart. Dress it up how you like but it's all the same. Do you think there's no pecking order over who was the bravest, fastest, best? You can't have met my family. I've been involved in underwater breath-holding contests, races down waterslides (the kids haven't learnt the heaviest wins yet) and who is the bravest on the crazy rides.
We are only a short way into our American Adventure but we are fully immersed. Freddie wished the supermarket assistant a 'Good Day' in a perfect American accent and I have a very smooth bottom from the waterslides.
I am so looking forward to the next 10 days. I'm hoping for minimal wildlife encounters (mainly snakes) and I'll be sure to be purchasing the local products both good and bad.