O’Bama in his Homeland

As I landed at the airport from Croatia, what did I see, but Air Force One! I thought I was going to miss out on seeing my President, but I had made it just in time. As I boarded the bus to head home I got a text off Catherine who was on her way into town. I watched Obama on the telly drink his pint of Guinness with Michelle and his long lost cousins until Catherine arrived. I knew Tori and Andrew had been queuing for hours and was just happy enough to stand on the footpath and hope to hear him, when Catherine found an opening in the gate and talked the Gardi into letting us sneak in. My American accent in Europe for once worked for my advantage! This was just after I got a call from Tori saying she had been turned away. We waited about a half hour before getting through security, and we were in. The clouds parted and just before Obama made it onto the stage the two of us managed to push through the crowd enough to be at the bottom of the huge screen they had streaming the video live. I was technically unable to see the man in the flesh with my own eyeballs since they had the podium tucked into a recessed courtyard in the adjacent building, but when the sound of the video went out, I could hear him! It was a great speech and very uplifting. The teenage dominated crowd were even quiet and respectful to him speaking. I knew that this would be my only opportunity to see my president and I was glad that I did!