I am finally black in America! and not a moment too soon. Everytime I come back from abroad, I am always struck at my new-found appreciation for all things American (well, all the things that make up my American reality). I walk down the street and no on stares. I get food from a refridgerator and an indoor supper market.
It’s only been a day but, Yemen seems like a world away. That’s good. I think it is in the weeks after returning home that I am truly able to reflect on the abroad experience and decide if that cross-cultural interaction was good or bad.
For now, I am battling jet lag, nausea, headache bedbug and flea bites etc. Reflections will have to come some time later.