My third trip to US

The sec­ond week of my third stay in the States has already begun. I flew well. I hard­ly slept the night before the flight. I ordered a taxi for 3 hours 40 min­utes and was wor­ried that I would over­sleep. Pre­vi­ous­ly, my friend saw me off in her car, but this time she was away in Tyu­men, and I had to get there myself. But every­thing went smooth­ly and with­out delay.

There was no sleep on the plane either, I watched films and looked at Green­land through the win­dow. It was just very sun­ny weath­er, the moun­tains and glac­i­ers were very well vis­i­ble from the plane.

Cana­da was also snowy, and when we arrived in Los Ange­les, it plunged right into sum­mer — palm trees, sun, flow­ers and 27 degrees Celsius.

At Amer­i­can air­ports, bag­gage checks have become notice­ably tougher not only upon depar­ture, but also upon arrival. In Los Ange­les, arriv­ing pas­sen­gers were sniffed by a dog, and when I flew to Phoenix with my son-in-law, my hand lug­gage was opened and inspect­ed because the cus­toms offi­cer was sur­prised by the choco­late bars that I was car­ry­ing as a gift. But every­thing worked out fine.

The weath­er in Phoenix is great. In the morn­ing it is a lit­tle cool, 13 – 15 degrees, and in the after­noon 29 – 30. Every­thing is bloom­ing, and some­thing else is just begin­ning to bloom. The first week I went through a switch for a new time, but I must say that I adapt­ed quick­ly. Prob­a­bly because I did not sleep for almost a day on the road.

On March 7, my grand­son began a week-long vaca­tion, and he and I stay at home at home.

About the meet.

This Sat­ur­day and Sun­day, March 19 – 20, Mark had a swim meet. The meet was held between large swim­ming clubs for chil­dren from 6 to 9 years old. There were a lot of chil­dren. Every­thing was grown-up: the open­ing parade, the elec­tron­ic score­board, the team of judges. The com­pe­ti­tion last­ed a very long time because the chil­dren swam dif­fer­ent dis­tances. We spent almost all two days there.

I con­clud­ed that chil­dren’s sports here are based only on great enthu­si­asm and on the costs of parents.

I con­clud­ed that chil­dren’s sports here are based only on great enthu­si­asm and on the costs of par­ents. If the par­ents have the obses­sion and the time, then the child will swim. And I remem­ber how we went to a sports school as a child, signed up our­selves, went to train­ings and went to com­pe­ti­tions our­selves, and we were also giv­en uni­forms, and dur­ing the com­pe­ti­tions they were giv­en food stamps.

Of course, I think that now in Rus­sia, chil­dren’s sports need mon­ey and time from their par­ents. The grand­son did not take the first place, since he still swims a lit­tle in a club of this lev­el, but he swam well in all styles and his time sig­nif­i­cant­ly improved in each of his dis­tances. Mom and dad were hap­py with it, but I like every­thing in gen­er­al. True, all these two days it was very hot, and even the sun was reflect­ed from the water, and I almost burned out. Con­stant­ly smeared with sun­screen and this is in the month of March.