The US Visit

I intended to write a review of an album I listened to yesterday.  It was as a result of hearing Vance Joy at the Ed Sheeran concert.  It turns out Vance Joy is Australian.  When that album finished on Spotify it went straight onto a group called Hollow Coves.  Another Australian group who’s music I like.
I have written a few reviews of albums, and they are on my web site at https://nothomeyet.net/album-reviews.html.  I know the albums are not everyone’s cup of tea, but I do enjoy studying what I am listening too.
But thinking about the reviews reminded me of my trip to America.  Ok it is way more commonplace these days but for me, a lad from a country town, it was a big deal and an eye opener.
I will never forget though that when I arrived in LA the first person I spoke to was an airport worker from Brisbane. In those days even when I travelled from Townsville to Brisbane it was like visiting the big smoke.  Sitting in a Brisbane café had a feeling all it’s own.
Anyway I loved my time in America.  It was the first time I saw snow.  I still have not seen it falling but I have seen it on the ground.  Even had a snow fight.  I am a novice at that though.  On the tour I was on there was a big wig.  I mistimed throwing snow at someone and got him a beauty.  He probably does not remember it but I do.
Niagara Falls was great.  Getting covered in a thick raincoat to go down a tunnel and look at the falls from inside the wall of the falls.
I’ll never forget being in a bus in New York and hearing what sounded like a gun shot.  In the bus we all carried on.  On the street no one looked like anything was heard.
I reckon I would still be on the Space Mountain ride at Disney world if we had not come home when we did.  I loved it.  I experienced perhaps my most embarrassing time there.  I was watching a show and all the lights went out and the person on the stage shone a torch straight at me and asked me a question.  I don’t remember what it was, but I do remember being speechless.
It was an organized tour.  We went to Chuck Smith’s church in California mid-week.  There is a movie recently out about what happened in that place.  I do remember seeing a large number of uni types and hearing nothing but pages turning as everyone listened to the speaker.
A lot happened mid-week.  We did visit the impressive Crystal Cathedral and the church of Jack Hayford.  We also visited a service in the south which I felt was the best and worst service I have ever been in.
It was great.  For me I was in the right place at the right time.