@jason61987 interesting weather side effects here in SoCal: our grapevine isn’t usually this ready until late August. (Photos taken 7.25.26) Also a friend’s son who works in the wine industry in NorCal is saying it looks like they’ll be harvesting earlier than usual this year.
In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM.
I arrived at 1 PM.
I was five hours late.
The parking lot was already a city.
A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse.
He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?"
I said I had not been invited.
He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing.
"Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation."
He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown.
I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life.
A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it.
She had been here since 6 AM.
The game had not started.
The game, I began to realize, was not the point.
I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium.
He said, "Depends."
I asked on what.
He said, "On whether the ribs are done."
I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck.
And he was considering not going to the game.
Because the ribs were not ready.
In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers.
We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle.
I have since attended eleven tailgates.
I have never once cared who won the game.
Nobody has.
The game is inside the stadium.
America is in the parking lot.
Hello again.
We’re currently in Clemson, South Carolina. I’ve decided to come back here to document the final part of our road trip.
The main reason I deactivated my account two weeks ago was that things became increasingly toxic. For some people, it’s unfortunately unfathomable that a good story can exist without some kind of hidden agenda behind it. There was even a Reddit group going through my entire account trying to find anything they could use to reveal my identity.
I know this was only a small percentage of people, but after a while it became exhausting. During the last two weeks, I received so many kind messages on Instagram, and they really made me realize how many people genuinely enjoyed following the trip. Some people even told me that their grandparents regularly ask them, “What are the Germans up to today?” I think that’s really cool.
I decided to continue because I realized that the overwhelming majority of people loved following along. A small group of very loud people shouldn’t be able to ruin something that brought so many others joy.
I also want to clear something up, as people who follow me on Instagram already know.
I’ve been to the United States before. This is not my first visit, and I’ve never claimed that it was. The last time I was here was in January 2022, when I visited New York and Philadelphia.
A lot of people shared my Raising Cane’s post from November 2025 to make it look like I was secretly American. That post wasn’t from the United States, it was from my trip to Saudi Arabia.
This is my first time back in the U.S. in more than four years, and apart from Boston, I’d never visited any of the places we’ve been to on this trip before. That’s probably why many people assumed it was our first time in America, because for all of these places, it actually was.
And let me tell you, Ohio and Alabama are very different from New York City or Los Angeles.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Thanks for reading.
Thank you #norway 🇳🇴 you rowed 🚣 your way into our hearts. You showed us what was possible. You made us yearn for a kinder America. Thank you for sharing your joy and sportsmanship. You have inspired a whole new generation of young athletes. America loves you. ❤️
It was the middle of the night, at about 1.30am, when Norway lost to England.
Yet thousands of Norwegians went to the Palace in Oslo and celebrated with one final Viking row.
They did not riot. They did not burn cars. They did not smash bus stops or glass windows of shops.
They smiled. The laughed. They saw the positive in their performance. They celebrated their heritage. They were proud of who they have been in the past and who they are today.
Norway might be out of the World Cup 2026 but they are in our hearts.
In the last three weeks, I think we have all fallen a little bit in love with Norwegians.
The American flag existed long before Donald Trump, and it’ll still be here long after him.
If your patriotism rises and falls based on who’s in the White House, maybe your allegiance is to politics—not the country.
The flag represents the nation and its people, not whichever administration happens to be in power.
God bless America. 🇺🇸