Yesterday, I was on the bus when a guy and his (amazingly, beautiful) dog got on and sat next to me. We both got off at our respected stops and that was that. Then, a couple hours later, as I was heading back home we ended up being on the same sherrut. When we saw each other, we laughed a little, then said hi. He asked me where I was from and I said, ‘United States’. He replied, “Really? I thought you were from Germany.”
Now, Germany isn’t one I’ve gotten before, but Europe in general is a norm. When I lived in Brasil, people thought ALL the time that I was French. I never understood it, but what I’ve been told is that its my accent. When I speak Portuguese or Hebrew or whatever language I don’t have a typical American accent. Even when I speak English now, I don’t have much of one either. It’s wierd.
I mean, its been a looong time since I lived in the States, and culturally you pick up and loose things along the way. When people ask me, I often tell them my ❤ is from Brasil…sometimes I still feel more Brazilian than American. After being here for nearly two years, I have definitely picked up some Israeli traits. And yes, even Africa has left some nitches in my personality (I still say ‘shame’ waaaay to much).
So, even though I am American by birth and nationality, the truth is I’m more of an eclectic pot of cultures. So when someone asks me where I’m from, I always say United States…. though I’m thinking something a little bit different in my mind!
And on that note: World Cup Fever! I never got into futebol until the Brazilian lifestyle required it, and now I’m a complete nut! Sorry USA, I will root for you when you play….as long as its not against my TRUE team: BRASIL! Some things in life are just not negotiable 😉