Blending In
I have a theory. It's not been proven, but I still think it rings with truth. You can get the tourist out of the American, but you can't get the American out of the tourist. Even living in England, my American roots arent disappearing anytime soon. Americans are known in other countries to be loud and fun and somewhat annoying. I concur with that. You can spot Americans in a foreign crowd anyday.
We like to share our opinions and make our pleasures known. Like the scene from "A Good Year" depicting an American couple ordering at a French restaurant. "Where is our waiter, we've been waiting years!" "What do you mean they don't serve Ranch dressing here?" "I'm on a diet, but I want to order extra bacon bits on my calorie-free salad." Oh goodness, we're pretty noticeable, aren't we?
Don't get me wrong, I love calling America home. Where else in the world can you boast a working Democracic system, job flexibilty, housing options, and numerous educational opportunities? I'm proud to be who I am. To be born where I was.
I just hope that one day on my overseas stint I can learn the art of blending in. I don't want to be the only one sporting Nike tennis shoes and North Face windbreaker at the local pub. Hopefully I'll get the hang of calling soccer football instead of soccer. If I can't, just label me "mental" and send me to learn something at "Uni".
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