American Wedding

I went back home for my older sister’s wedding, and though I was only home for a week, I managed to have a lot of fun, eat a lot of food, and make enough American memories to last me for another year. I’m not gonna go into all the details of the trip, but here are some highlights.

-Starbucks. STAR BUCKS. Real good coffee!
-My sister’s husband trying to set me up with his friends.
-My sister actively trying to prevent said setups.
-Having the Best Man inquire about where to buy a bulletproof vest, then going to Walmart to find one (he was visiting from India and didn’t know that Walmart doesn’t actually carry everything).
-Going to the CITC church-awesome church in Houston!
-Getting mistaken for a foreigner at a Chinese restaurant and then getting ripped off.
-Getting denied from Sams Club-we had a membership and they wouldn’t honor it.
-My sister’s inability to stop talking.
-Getting all dolled up and wearing makeup for one of the only times in the past year.
-McDonald’s French Fries, Tex Mex food, Shipley’s donuts, and Starbucks. J
-Seeing my beautiful sister walk down the aisle and marry the love of her life.
-Getting soaked in a downpour on the way to the reception and looking like a drowned river rat when I gave my speech.
-Going to IKEA for the first time ever.
-Seeing family and meeting new friends.
-Getting to spend some time with my sister and new brother-in-law.

It was a really good week, although busy and stressful. My sister and I spent half our time laughing and playing practical jokes on each other (one of which I discovered at the airport security checkpoint-not cool). I thoroughly enjoyed things like going to a real grocery store or not being squished into a hot, junky car. I noticed the reverse culture shock was a little bit harder to handle than it was in June, when I was back in Iowa, and that I was more easily annoyed by parts of American culture-seriously, 15 minutes late to dinner is not unreasonable. I was also annoyed with things that I THOUGHT were innate American values, and weren’t-it’s called a line, wait in it. But all in all, I had an amazing time!

Me and Meg in her Saree!

Me and Meg in her Saree!


About Jen Lamos

Christ follower. Writer. Permaculturist. RPCV. Photographer. Gardener. Keeper of Chickens. Daughter of God.

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