As I approach the end of my latest trip to America, I continue to fight the losing battle that is getting people to understand me when I say my first name.
With January over, and having completed the month without drinking coffee, so on to February and a far more ambitious challenge.
Growing up, my brother was always the one in our family more interested in American culture. Whilst he followed the NBA and listened to Public Enemy, Wu-Tang Clan and Eminem, I stood to the National Anthem and worried about Britain’s growing closeness to Europe. America was of little importance to me.
Before such a post becomes embarrassingly late (although I fear we may already have passed such a point) here is a quick run down of what I got up to last year.
It’s probably no coincidence that my return to blogging comes whilst sitting in the departure lounge of Birmingham International Airport.
The California Zephyr is a 56 hour, 2348 mile long train journey that starts in Emeryville, California. After speeding across the deserts of Nevada and Utah, it climbs over the Rocky Mountains, tunnels under the Continental Divide before heading towards its final destination of Chicago’s Grand Union Station.