This past week's Weekend America had a segment on a couple getting their Chinese parents to come to America for the first time. I always love seeing America through the eyes of a foreign visitor.
I remember when a cousin from Denmark was visiting in Seattle, I asked him what he thought of America. "Big!" was his response.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"In America, you can get in a plane, fly for hours and land in the same country and everyone is still speaking the same language. Back home, I can ride my bicycle across my entire country in one day. The long way!"
Good stuff and worth a listen . . .
Teaser:
I usually drive from point A to point B and fail to appreciate the niceness of what surrounds me in America. But when somebody comes to visit us from another country, I try to see the US through their eyes, and it's really only then that I fully appreciate all the wonderful freedoms and opportunities that we have. Since Mommy and Daddy's visit, I look at Los Angeles and Las Vegas quite differently. Same with Wendy.
"Every time I park my car right before I do some grocery shopping, I think of my parents," she says. And whenever I have to pay for parking, I consider it the most un-American act imaginable
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