And now, dear reader, I will try to briefly outline the most important events of our further American existence. And briefly, because at the moment of writing USdiariesbook, I suddenly decided to take part in a contest... I will finish writing this document in detail and calmly later...

So, the search. I can say frankly: our daily job search reminds me now of three newborn, still blind kittens who found themselves in a big new world and don't know where to go.

Each of our days started like this: we left the house quite early, as it wasn't hellishly hot yet and it seemed like we could get a lot done. We would go out onto the huge (and scorching after just half an hour) Highway and poke our heads into practically every establishment (as a rule, this establishment was related to food: donut shops like Krispy Kreme, pizzerias like Pizza Hut, small diners like Denny's.......................well, in general, a typical picture :)

And everywhere, naturally, they shoved application forms at us, which we immediately filled out, gave back, and waited, hoping that they would call our (grandma's) house and invite us to a cool job. But nothing happened. Day after day, we started and ended our pilgrimages with the same results as yesterday. Each pilgrimage came to an end closer to lunch, as at first, I couldn't stand the heat at all. I felt dizzy, suffered from shortness of breath, my legs hurt from long walking, sweat covered my whole body, and I wanted only one thing: to find myself in our little house with the AC on the lowest temperature. My friends, on the contrary, felt fine... After about two days, our first layer of skin started to peel off.

But don't think that we were such deadbeats that we set off again in search after lunch! We would eat and head to the ocean. The gentle waves washed away our fatigue, irritation, and uncertainty; they instilled hope and joy for what we have, for the fact that we are together and we are doing well. Yes, despite all the failures with finding a job and the dwindling finances, we were happy with everything we had then.

We became very close with Grandma Velma. On Sundays, she took us to a Baptist church. Maybe someone will say "UGH! It's boring there!", to which I can answer: it might be boring only to someone who doesn't care about how real Americans live, what worries them, what they are like in an unofficial setting, how they treat people, what they like to eat, how their religion is structured. We learned a lot in church. Yes, there are mostly elderly people there, a few young people, half are middle-aged. They are all different. There are no good or bad ones, but now I remember them all only from a positive side. Speaking about the people from the church, I mean all the Americans we happened to communicate with, because they are like that. :)

After church, they have a tradition of going to some restaurant to eat. These are not cool establishments at all, which at first reminded me of our canteens. These are buffets. There, for $5, you can eat everything you see and everything that fits. Of course, from such abundance, we would come home like round buns, and the only thing we were capable of was to collapse into a dead sleep and forget ourselves for a couple of hours.

At church, we met an artist grandmother, Betty. Upon learning that I also dabble in painting, she invited us to a huge gallery where her works were also exhibited. Then we found ourselves in her little house in the picturesque town of Little River, where all the houses have access to an artificial and terribly beautiful pond with majestic swans, ducks of different breeds... and I wanted so much to have the same house to go out in solitude to the veranda by the pond and paint.

We showed Betty (on a flash drive) photos of my paintings; she was (and it seemed even sincerely) surprised and praised me for a long time, asking me under no circumstances to give up painting. Then Betty showed her studio and old and new works, and gave me wonderful sketchbooks. We were impressed :) It was a very cool day.