We’re back in the ol’ USA, visiting family and friends, handling personal business… doing maintenance on our ‘American lives’.

How does it strike us being back after an extended stint at our new home in Latin America? Well, life is easy… we speak the language and there are no surprises. It’s for the most part relaxing and familiar, but of course, we haven’t been gone long…

We’re not from Florida, it’s another one of our adopted homes, we’re hardly ‘from’ anywhere, or so we think…

In BA when people ask us where we’re from we have different answers every time… We name different locations in the US, where we’ve lived, whatever strikes our fancy at the time.

But, we can’t shake our ‘Americanness’ and that’s something we’ve reflected on during our time in Argentina. Having spent the majority of our lives in the US, it has shaped who we are, more so than we realize…

Sure, we’ve lived in other countries too. We hold other passports. Our fore-family came from other countries, of course, some more recently than others…

But we fell out of a birth-canal somewhere off of the Chesapeake Bay. Our nationality and an entire set of life parameters were selected for us… just like everyone else.

That’s one thing we don’t like about the US or Argentina, or anywhere else for that matter, is nationalism. It’s so emotional… Of course, that’s what people like about it. It gets the blood flowing and makes you proud. But it can make you sad too.

Until next time…