Saturday, July 2, 2011


Skadooosh. Day 1 is over. The drive to Pittsburgh was tedious and dull. The word to describe the scenery used by our host is the title of this blog. Forgive me in advance, I am exhausted.

We arrived in Pburgh around 7:15. Unpacked a few things and we gathered on the porch before dinner. Our hosts graciously fed us delicious pizza from a local place. I believe it was Napoli. Our hosts have been very informative. The youngest son biked cross country last year, and the mom drove across the country when she was young. So it was interesting to hear about their experiences.

The weather couldn't have been better when we arrived. It was perfect porch sitting weather, which reminded me of my days at York College of Pennsylvania. A school I did not attend, but spent a lot of time at. After dinner we grabbed our cameras and our hosts drove us around the city, which gave us a quick overview of this surprisingly large city. Pittsburgh isn't built on a gridlock system, so getting around alone would've been a struggle. We went to overlook the city in a place by a church. It was such a perfect place to take pictures of the panoramic view. A Kenny Chesney concert was going on at Heinz Field. The city in general was really busy, but beautiful.

The house was quaint. Located in a quite part of the city, a more of a suburban type area as they had a free standing home. We slept in their partially finished basement. Their neighbor wrote the movie St. Elmo’s Fire, which was about that particular neighborhood. The main female character still also lives in the neighborhood.

Tomorrow we are going to spend a little more time in Pittsburgh, actually walking around. We will leave in the late afternoon and head to Detroit. Detroit is gonna be just a sleeping place as we have heard the city is very dangerous.

I am still in disbelief that this is happening and of the generous hospitality of strangers.

“I always believed in the kindness of strangers.” – Blanche Dubois, A Streetcar Named Desire


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