My first day at Weston
“The WOW thing...it's just wonderful...the white snow
everywhere, the lofty naked trees, the timid sunshine peeping through the
woods, the white smoke swelling up from the rooftop chimneys and blending with
the white around, the squirrels looking for their squirreled nuts...and all of
these greets me GOOD MORNING...it’s AWESOME...all of these were stuffs of my
dreams... Thank you BHUTAN CLUB and this time I am not dreaming...”
The three host families namely (the Jacobs', the Pritskers', and
the Babinski's) already had a plan through which to introduce us to their
beautiful town of Weston. It was Sunday, 26th Jan, an outing was
charted to visit remarkably beautiful places around in Weston. We were taken
first to a reservoir- a natural lake totally frozen on the surface, which
spreads over a vast area. It looked like a vast ice desert. It was piercing
cold outside that without gloves and hats one will not feel the existence of
fingers and ears.
The next place of our visit was a restaurant with a slogan,
“America Runs on Dunkin.” It is a very popular restaurant. There we had hot
chocolates and donuts of our pick.
We also visited a beach on the south. It was too windy and
very cold. There was very few people and dogs playing on the beach. We tried to
collect the sea shells and chase the sea gulls. We saw light houses at a
distance. All of these were things we saw before only in pictures and movies.
Next we visited Westport public library. It was a huge
building with a spacious hall with books I suppose on every spheres of
knowledge. This was the biggest library I have ever been to. The most
fascinating thing happening there was Three-D printing. I or neither of my
students have ever heard anything about it, forget about seeing it happen. We
took photos and made videos to take the concept to Bhutan.
In the evening we were taken to a restaurant named “The Five
Guys”. We were accompanied by seven other American friends from Weston High
School. So it was the evening the ten guys went to the Five Guys. There we had
the most American dinner. It was the first Hamburger experience at the place of
its invention (Connecticut).
This is how our First American Day ended. It wouldn’t have
been more wonderful than this. Thank you everyone who made this possible for
us.
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