(Or I do at least, and I’m a Kiwi)
- Americans like our accents. Australians mock them. That’s a big difference.
- Soft pretzels with mustard. Yum.
- Convertibles: and the fact that not only are they plentiful, but that they are made for people over 5’3”
- The wide open spaces; real countryside, no people in sight.
- People are (generally) very polite.
- Familiarity. Thanks to books, and TV and movies, and music, and now of course the internet, we feel reasonably comfortable there. We can understand American accents (mostly). We can even mimic them if we need to be understood.
- Washington DC. Yep. I love it.
- New York City’s skyline from the Staten Island ferry.
- American breakfasts. I’d never seen someone order bacon and eggs with a side of pancakes till I visited friends in DE. I wouldn’t order that myself. But I like the thought that I could!
- Coffee shops and diners. Obviously a result of too many of the aforementioned movies and TV. We don’t really have diners, with booth seating (I love booth seating) and bottomless cups of bad coffee and classic menus (with pie) we’ve known since we were kids watching Richie and Potsie and the Fonz.
- Good Italian food.
- The Daily Show. I love Jon Stewart.
- Decent size, decent price hotel rooms – such a stark contrast from travelling in Europe.
- I want to say “The scenery” but I can’t yet, bearing in mind there are a lot of places I think I’d love but that I haven’t yet seen. But I’m sure it’s a reason I will love America after I’ve visited more of the west coast, Utah, the Grand Canyon, and last but never least, Vermont.
- Dear friends, long un-seen, or yet to be met in person.
- The current exchange rate (it is making it hard to resist visiting).