Funny thing is, those are the Dutch colors too. But today we celebrated the United States' independence day with a large group of other Americans. An American family from our ward, the Roberts, told us about this picnic that the US Marines had put together.But it wasn't all cliche, I have to admit it was fun to be among other Americans, speak English, and let the kids play on bounce houses. It was nice to hear the national Anthem, which actually made me realize that over the course of the past 13 years, I have really become to embody American sentiment and patriotism.
It gave me some insight into the ways of the American expat (watch out, great generalization coming up). Their kids all attend American school, they speak only English, wear bad shorts and and import American food by the boat load. We had some real hamburgers and Ballpark Franks, and there was even Root beer, Mountain Dew, and Wonder bread. None of those things make me jump for joy, or miss them while not having access to them.
If I may speak for Joe, since he's seriously slacked off with his blogging, the coolest thing there, were the vintage Jeeps and motorcycles from the war. They are owned by Dutch collectors, who even came dressed in period clothing