One of the many reasons why I love to travel abroad each year is because I get a break from the stress of living in my own country. Don´t get me wrong, there´s no finer place to live, and I love the United States of America more than any place I´ve ever been.
However, being without for awhile allows me a bit of extraspection not normally afforded us while we´re in the thick of it. For the last two weeks, I have been stress free. My blood pressure is below normal levels. I haven´t had any acid reflux. I´ve lost about 22 lbs. I´m sleeping well through the night.
Vacationing for a long time anywhere can have this effect on us, but it is especially true, for me, when I´m in Latin America, life slows down, the days last longer, and I don´t have this kind of knot in my throat that has come back to me today as I pack to go home tonight. I opened my email account, the knot didn´t come back. People needed stuff at work....no problem. My wife gave me the loooooooooooooong list of stuff I have to do when I get home, again, no problem. Work is a good thing.
And then I started reading newspapers, and my brother´s facebook posts (he is president of his county´s GOP), and thinking about politics like the statman thread from last night, and it came back. The knot in the back of my throat is there. I feel the acid reflux percolating in my gut, creeping up my throat. I´m not anxious about returning to family, and work, and projects. No, the anxiety, I honestly believe, stems from all of the bullshit politics, the partisan stuff, that seems so damned pervasive in our country. The rhetoric is bellicose, and the strawmen abound. People don´t read, don´t support their statements with facts, and interpret things willy nilly when they try to.
I will be my old self in a few months, capriciously moderate, a middling troll, volcanically caustic as the moon wanes. But, at least for a couple of weeks a year,, my patriotism takes a different form. I am "El gringo" and I don´t have to explain politics or my opinions about them to people. I simply get to hold my head up high and feel the envy, an envy that I almost relish, of people who wish they were lucky enough to have been born in the land I call home. In spite of all the bullshit, I love America.
However, being without for awhile allows me a bit of extraspection not normally afforded us while we´re in the thick of it. For the last two weeks, I have been stress free. My blood pressure is below normal levels. I haven´t had any acid reflux. I´ve lost about 22 lbs. I´m sleeping well through the night.
Vacationing for a long time anywhere can have this effect on us, but it is especially true, for me, when I´m in Latin America, life slows down, the days last longer, and I don´t have this kind of knot in my throat that has come back to me today as I pack to go home tonight. I opened my email account, the knot didn´t come back. People needed stuff at work....no problem. My wife gave me the loooooooooooooong list of stuff I have to do when I get home, again, no problem. Work is a good thing.
And then I started reading newspapers, and my brother´s facebook posts (he is president of his county´s GOP), and thinking about politics like the statman thread from last night, and it came back. The knot in the back of my throat is there. I feel the acid reflux percolating in my gut, creeping up my throat. I´m not anxious about returning to family, and work, and projects. No, the anxiety, I honestly believe, stems from all of the bullshit politics, the partisan stuff, that seems so damned pervasive in our country. The rhetoric is bellicose, and the strawmen abound. People don´t read, don´t support their statements with facts, and interpret things willy nilly when they try to.
I will be my old self in a few months, capriciously moderate, a middling troll, volcanically caustic as the moon wanes. But, at least for a couple of weeks a year,, my patriotism takes a different form. I am "El gringo" and I don´t have to explain politics or my opinions about them to people. I simply get to hold my head up high and feel the envy, an envy that I almost relish, of people who wish they were lucky enough to have been born in the land I call home. In spite of all the bullshit, I love America.
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