Math is always so important in life

With my life and work, I tend to do a lot of traveling, which tends to take me to new places every few months. The things that I enjoy the most are getting to meet the different people. As well as hearing their stories, where they have been, and what they have done. Perhaps maybe play a couple games of cards. This makes life a lot more interesting and less monotonous. The greatest memory I have, in my travels, is when I visited Atlantica. The people there were the friendlies I have ever met. They seemed to always go out of their way to just say hello.

One other aspect that stuck out to me was the hats that they wore. It was like something out of an old movie, like Abbott and Costello; or a scene from the Titanic. Perhaps out of an old arts gallery. There were all kinds of different types of artsy hats, too. They were beautiful pieces of arts. There were big red ones, with feathers all over it. It looked like you could fit at least three people under there. Next was these little hats, which the men wore. They small enough, that they barely went over the eye, yet small enough that would fit on the crown of the head just right.

This must be a dream full of science, or arts or something.. Definitely not games though…

However, I remember walking around, thinking, I have to be dreaming, but it wasn’t; I was really here. There were arts galleries, games shops and science museums all lined all down Main Street, and as I walked past each one of them, I was reminded of an antique arts shop back home. It was like every single shop was an antique arts store, with a couple fun games but I only thought this, to them it was just a plain department store, where they got clothes, every day.

These people seemed to have been stuck back in the early 20th Century. Not that it was bad, it was just a lot different than what I was used to. They say that there are parts of the world that are still somewhat behind the times. But I thought with modern science and technology, it would have been easier to catch up with the times.

Atlantica was nestled in small valley, in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania. It had looked as if they had little or no contact with the outside world. There were telephone lines throughout the town. But none went up over the mountains. Power, from what I could tell, came from the river and wind. These people, as well as the chemistry, are completely self-sufficient from the rest of the world.

They had a farmer and a rancher, who handled all the food for the town. He was a local baker; who made all the bread for the town. Even a milk man; who delivered old glass jars of milk to everyone’s doors. This was a place that was definitely stuck back in the simpler times of life.

Money and the math were even different in this town

Different as in, they didn’t have any type of currency and math, only a good old fashioned barter and trade system. If Miss Maggie, the town seamstress, need wool from Mr. Joseph, he was the rancher. She would give him clothes for his kids in exchange for the wool.

Same thing with everyone else, everyone had a specific skill in math, in which someone else maybe didn’t have. So everyone relied on each other. This was in fact the perfect community, in which all Americans would love to live in.

They were strangely welcoming to outsiders, as well

Nevertheless, you would think that they would want to preserve their way of life and keep the public away. But many of the people loved having company over. I spend about a week in Atlantica and ended up going from house to house. Each night for dinner; it seemed everyone wanted to meet this new visitor. It wasn’t the weird type of eagerness. Although, you know the kind. Perhaps when you first go home with someone you’re dating, along with the entire family wants to examine you. However, kind of like you are some kind of prized pig, which just won a blue ribbon in the county math fair.

No, this was genuine. This was people actually wanting to share their homes with you. However, this was more like your grandma, when she’s excited to see you, when you come over for your monthly visit, and she has fresh cookies right out of the oven. This was true peace and happiness; this was Atlantica. If I could, I wouldn’t have ever left. I learnt something new in this town every day. It was kind of like education to me.