Continued from where I left
Hubby reminded me that i have not captured a LOT about our US trip in my
blog so I should write another one..so here it goes
- The snow searching trip
Since my childhood I have this fixation with snow,
snow clad mountain…… snow clad house and what not. During my stint in UK I was
able to see snow but never the fall. luckily (for me and not them) my Didi and Jijoo
(D-J) stay in one of those area which has , lets put this way “its share of decent amount of snow every winter & much longer “.
In this trip they took upon themselves the task to
make me experience my most cherished and beloved dream of dancing in a snow
fall. Preparations were made…..research was done …weather forecast was consulted
and a place was identified for me to visit…. To top it up they also planned a day full of skiing.
Moment we landed in Chicago I went completely berserk
seeing all the whitey-dovey surroundings, post a night stay and my brothers house
and meeting him and SIL …having a good time with them we headed straight for
our snow-searching trip .
While on road the weather started becoming quite – gloomy,
D-J assured me that snow was on its way as we could see some flurries around
us. So with my heart full of hope and optimism I waited for the next day to
start, but as my already rotten luck would had it there was no snow that night
and on the contrary it snowed a LOT that night in the area where my sis lives!!!
With a heavy heart and my dreams crashed I started
for the next day for our skiing lessons. Sis off course could not participate
and was merely watching each one us as we took our plunges (quite literally).
EVERYONE except me offcourse was able to ski well infact they became so confident of their
skiing skills that they decided to take up a really steep slope and that is
when I decided to call it quits.
While returning god showed me some mercy and we
came across the frozen Mississippi river and trust me it was such a beautiful
site that I got all over with the distress of missing my beloved snow-fall.
- Eating-all-the way
While my sister has always been an experimenter when
it comes to food I prefer to stick to basics….so while we were there D-J
ensured that we tried food of different variety. Hubby had a blast because he
got to eat oriental food which I absolutely detest, as he had good company from
D-J. But let me admit I did enjoy eating food of such variety. Hoped that I shall
keep my spirit up and continue food experimenting routine back home as well. But
to his utter disappointment I am back to my usually boring self K
- Meltdown of the pants
So it happened one night that SIL was trying to
change Anshi the great to his night dress and he resisted her efforts. We were
also sitting there and were quite stumped on what was wrong with anshi, as he
had ate his food properly , had watched his favourite cartoon (any guesses!!)
and even had a good round of his nocturnal antiques with kishu so technically
he should have had exhausted all his energies and should be ready to sleep but
he still he got a bit cranky. We all waited for him to exhaust the remaining ounces
of energy left in him ….and we all waited for another hour…still he was not
ready to change. Then by nature of force and a bit of motherly cajoling SIL got
baby anshi’s pants changed!!! But what happened post that was a BIG outburst
from a 2 year baby infront of his mother…..his just rattled in the language
best known to him but err…..implication of all that was on how could his mother
do such a thing…changing him when everyone was in the room. His expression were
something like “How could you do this
mumma” “ Don’t you know the word privacy” “You just got me nagu pangu infront
of mama-mami” “Oh I am gonna be so emabrrased about this when I grow up …don’t you
just love me anymore”
With endless amount of effort from our end not to
laugh at the already offended kid we bid him a good night and left it to SIL to
pacify anshi
- Woes of stomach
When we landed in Chicago ..all was well till the
time we reached bro’s home . After all initial greetings we all settled down.
Little did I had realized that how much toll all the eating in plane had taken
on my ach. And for the next 2 hours it seemed I was more inside the bathroom
than outside. Finally realizing gravity of situation and the amount of
travelling we had to do next day D-J decided that they give me some meds. You
see it was a room full of people who were either doctors or related to them .
D-J are both doctors , my father-in-law is a doctor and so is my tau-papa. So
everyone came up with their own medicines to recommend and after much of debate
I finally decided to go with what seemed the most safe bet with didi and jijoo.
After the meds finally I had a peaceful night of sleep.
After the epiosode in Chicago, all went well till second last day. You see Hubby is quite
particular about not eating guacamole for the way it reacts to his body. He
already had twice such episodes on his other trips to US hence was overly
cautious when selecting food. On out second last day he ordered a sandwich
after verifying the ingredients . But as luck would have been he forgot to
check the sauces and there it was pieces of guacamole floating inside his
stomach and causing a mini earth-quake. Poor him had a terrible night but after
numerous trips to bathroom he was ok when all the traces of guacamole were gone
from his body he felt much better.
So with
this ends the trip to US(in)A J
