How often do you hear someone say, oh yeah I’m Irish too. Or German. Or Lebanese. And then when asked where they come from, they say oh I was born in America. American’s are very concerned with their ancestry. But sometimes it works to your advantage.
I’m in Sint Maarten with the kiddo going on a snuba excursion. One of the women working on the boat has a slightly off accent from the Sint Maarten norm. I mention her accent sounds different and ask if she’s from the Netherlands. She says yes. I say, “My husband is Dutch.”
I see the eye roll she wants to do even though she’s too polite to do it as she sighs and says “and where is he from?”
“Gouda.” And I pronounce it the Dutch way.
Her entire face changes. “I used to live outside Gouda.”
Suddenly she’s calling the kiddo “my love” and our dive time extends way beyond the time stated in the tour.