Does all America smell ... the same?

Does all America smell, look (...) the same?

Believe me if I tell you that whenever I travel to a place abroad, the first thing I do when I get out of the plane is to take a long breath at the first sight of the new world. I did it when I went to South Africa. I did it again when we landed in Frankfurt. And I also did it when when we got to Philadephia. I even do it when I come back home to see if there is a difference between all the smells. Now I am sitting on the grass,alone,trying to gather the strength of all my senses. It's somewhere in Pennsylvania. Of course the place is totally different from all the other places I have seen or heard of up to now. Everything looks beautiful around me: houses, people, cars,gardens(...). They all live in peace together. There are even some wild animals that I see from time to time, like bunnies that you can see runinning all over these places. My host father , Bob, told me that there are some dears around here. It's like a dream. Maybe this is what they call the American dream. It smells so fresh. Maybe because of the degrees of humidity or because it was raining the last two days. But it smells so good that I would like to take a long and deep breath, a none stop breathing to renew all the air in my chest and brain. The grass looks so smouth like the touch of a mother for her child. Excuse me, some one is calling me by using my name "Moustapha". Ah! It's a child. A young girl of about six years, may be seven. She is the daughter of our neighbour Greck. " Hi Kally! How are you?". She said that she's fine. By the way, our neighbours have three children: Erica, Jamy and Kally. Their mother is called Hidy. I hope the names are written correctly. Anyway, let's concentrate once again. Now I can hear Greck's children playing in the garden. Their voices sound like music. Maybe because their father is a drummer. Kally is also a violinist. Jamy is a drummer, too. These people are so kind. You can not stop listening or looking at them while they are talking to you. Now I see a plane flying over here. You can not hear it. It's far away in the sky. But you can see it. It reminds me of the long trip I did but also of the fact that I still have five weeks in front of me before going back home.I missed my children and my wife so much.

I always hear people saying "Home sweet home, there's no place like home", but sometimes you can find that there are some places that may be better than your home, to some extent. But is it really true for all people? Who knows? Every one has his own reasons for that. You can not judge what is in the others's minds. I have to stop now because it's getting dark and I feel some drop of rain on my face. I'd better go. (To be continued).