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lemasquegrisMy passport says I am a United States Citizen. This is true, since I was born in Buffalo, NY on 10/21/1976 (subtle, n'est pas? ;) ) Truth of the matter, however, is that my soul always felt more at home when I was in Colombia.
Sure, it's probably a piece of shit on political, financial, and terrorist fronts, but it's my piece of shit. I noticed generations of Americans with ties to Affluent Western Europe don't seem to cherish their roots as much as those of us in the Latin, Asian, Native American, African, Eastern European, Arabic, and Russian communities. Or maybe I've succumbed to the profound levels of heritage grandstanding I notice sometimes within the Latin American community that I think no one but 'us' care about our past, who knows. (Granted, the occassional drunk Amerrican male showing pseudo Scottish or Irish pride every now and then at O'reilly's in North Beach or the Edinburgh Castle out in the Tenderloin is rather amusing.) I usually do perk up to anything positive that's Colombian, because that tends to be rather rare. World Cup time is special for me, especially since the seléction Colombiana tend to whoop the shit out of the Brits, especially anyone who plays for Manchester United (sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feyandstrange, if that's your favourite football club to jump up and down and go 'OI' to)
In any case, I've been missing my 'home' land. I found this page about this little village in Santa Marta called 'Taganga'. I remember that last time I was there, I was 15, snorkling around and just floating aimlessly. I just got back from 8 days in the Amazon jungle, so swimming, drinking, and eating this local delicacy.
*sigh* I want to go 'home', I just wish it wasn't so fucking dangerous.
Sure, it's probably a piece of shit on political, financial, and terrorist fronts, but it's my piece of shit. I noticed generations of Americans with ties to Affluent Western Europe don't seem to cherish their roots as much as those of us in the Latin, Asian, Native American, African, Eastern European, Arabic, and Russian communities. Or maybe I've succumbed to the profound levels of heritage grandstanding I notice sometimes within the Latin American community that I think no one but 'us' care about our past, who knows. (Granted, the occassional drunk Amerrican male showing pseudo Scottish or Irish pride every now and then at O'reilly's in North Beach or the Edinburgh Castle out in the Tenderloin is rather amusing.) I usually do perk up to anything positive that's Colombian, because that tends to be rather rare. World Cup time is special for me, especially since the seléction Colombiana tend to whoop the shit out of the Brits, especially anyone who plays for Manchester United (sorry
feyandstrange, if that's your favourite football club to jump up and down and go 'OI' to)In any case, I've been missing my 'home' land. I found this page about this little village in Santa Marta called 'Taganga'. I remember that last time I was there, I was 15, snorkling around and just floating aimlessly. I just got back from 8 days in the Amazon jungle, so swimming, drinking, and eating this local delicacy.
*sigh* I want to go 'home', I just wish it wasn't so fucking dangerous.
