Yesterday I remembered a trip I took just over a couple of years ago by the South and Midwest U.S., more or less along the banks of the great Mississippi. I spoke some of it in this space, but these days I am reminded of something minor that happened to me during the trip: I say minor as, but great "significance". I mean.
Small roads that travel the river still stuck fickle path: again and again across the stream and then run on the left or right side seemingly on a whim. But besides that, as it descends along the course, going in and out of coastal states, sometimes for a long way and sometimes just for a few kilometers: Missouri, Kentucky, Illinois, Mississippi, Tennesse, Louisiana ... Well, going once, just a couple of miles, in the small town of Columbus, en Kentucky, after crossing a bridge from Missouri, I stopped to get fuel. And the employee who served me asked me fuel: “¿Viene de Missouri?”. Answered in the affirmative and he added: "I've never been to Missouri. How about Kentucky?”. I look around me and just caught sight river, aspen groves and a few humble wooden houses, a landscape very similar to what was left on the other side. "For as Missouri!”, answered. The guy grunted and did not speak to me even when I took the service charge.
America is so surprising and fascinating. It looks like all the issues we have elaborated on it and, however, over and over again just for breaking
This attitude is what we always hope for the peasants of the American heartland: people who, living in one of the largest countries on Earth, never or almost never left her village, while considering their small homeland as the best place on earth. America is so surprising and fascinating. It looks like all the issues we have elaborated on it and, however, over and over again just for breaking. When one has left the small village of Columbus, to continue referring to the case of which I speak-, if one goes toward the northeast, in a couple of days is reached Chicago. And shortly after spending time in the city, you start thinking you have to see what is Europe palette, entrepreneurship and how little that remains stagnant in its outdated criteria. Chicago looks to the sky from the beautiful skyscrapers boldly, retándolo, like there's no barrier to human greed. And returns a faith in man, lost long ago in the Old Continent.
In recent years I have not stopped the U.S. travel. Increasingly fascinated me more and I find it very difficult to decipher the keys to his way of seeing the world, while I have the feeling that my mind gets a youth wind.
