Flying across the International Day Line, we set out on the afternoon of the 18th and arrived in Los Angeles on the evening of the 18th, feeling like we had earned a day. We fell asleep all the way, but we were still excited when landing. We met Alfonso, who greeted us, and our host family in Ontario, a Mexican couple with the smiling eyes. After arriving home with the couple, we had the first meal. I forgot the complicated Mexican name, but I couldn't forget the taste. American dad was about to work at five o’clock early in the morning, but he still waited for us and picked us up back home very late. The first day in the United States seems to be a long journey, but it is also a day of tension and expectations.