Last Weekend in Americana

We’ve already had somewhat of a culture shock moving out of the city and into the suburb of Dobbs Ferry to stay with my amazing aunt, uncle and cousins. Our first morning, Ava whispered to me over breakfast “Why is it so quiet?” Being the only one on the train tracks at 10 AM was a lonely change from the excitement of the city subway. And what’s one to do on a Friday night?

We decided that since we were out of the city and it was our last weekend in the U.S., we were going to make it as American as possible. So we went bowling. And I reaffirmed that I’m really bad at bowling.

Part of the consideration for leaving November 1st was that we would miss winter. The weather gods, however, seemed to want to make sure we didn’t leave without the experience of a good winter storm. It snowed six inches on Saturday, causing a tree to fall and take out the deck. Sandeep got a dose of suburban life clearing the yard of its branches.

We’ve also only been eating American food. That’s included pulled pork sandwiches, ribs, fried green tomatoes and fried pickles, all at Cedar Street Grill, which rivaled any city restaurant. My Aunt even decided to celebrate Thanksgiving early, so this morning was spent slicing potatoes, baking pumpkin bread and marinating chicken (yes, we fell short on the turkey).

The kids carved a pumpkin and are pondering their Halloween outfits for tomorrow.

I don’t think we could have been any more Americana than we were this weekend. And what a wonderful way to say goodbye.