The conversation took place some time ago. I was talking with a friend about my travels, which haven’t been all that much in truth, but they are enough to have something of an impact on how I currently view the world. Travel can do that to someone, that is, if one is willing to keep their eyes, and more importantly, their minds, open. Some of the places I’ve been to would be considered by most Americans to be “Third World”, a term which has fallen out of favor as of late, now being euphemistically called “developing nations”. However you want to call it, it doesn’t matter. These countries are very poor by the standards of most Americans.
Well, being that I am an American, most of my travels are as a tourist, even though I don’t go with tour groups or stay at the places most tourists would. No, I tend to travel cheap, since I am not a man of means so I can only afford so much. And the one thing I did learn is that one could travel almost anywhere with very little money if one is willing to dispense with all amenities one expects while traveling. This means staying in hostels, one-star hotels, or even places that barely make it above the definition of a hovel. I also try to blend in with the general population, meaning, going to their local stores, walking streets where “tourists” wouldn’t normally go, eating at restaurants that locals would eat at, all in an effort to get the “feel” of wherever I am at. It’s one thing to go somewhere and remain with your fellow countrymen in a resort with all the creature comforts of home. It’s quite another to get out there among the citizens to see how they really live. But despite doing all that, I am still a tourist, no matter how much I try to refrain from those situations. After all, I can always leave said place and return home to the creature comforts we all take for granted. They cannot. With that said, I still want to travel the world, to see different countries and cultures and learn about them. I can’t say that is true for a lot of people in America.
This brings me back to the conversation I began this piece with. I was talking with a friend of mine about the time I had gone to Central America. Not a place I thought I’d ever go to but the idea came up and I, along with two of my closest friends, decided to give it a go. On this trip, we did stay at a “resort” style place, since we didn’t really know the country of Belize well enough to really to take a chance staying anywhere else. Belize is still a “developing nation”. It is very poor and where we were seems to rely on tourist money in order for most people to make their living. Everyone from the shop owners, to restaurateurs, to the groundskeepers at the resort, to the cab drivers to the kids who follow the cabs along to help carry tourist’s bags rely on the presence and generosity of the visitors in order to help get by. It’s something I am very mindful of when going to a place like this. Over the course of the conversation, I explained how poor this country was and how the locals really don’t have much of anything and despite all this were very good, friendly warm people who seemed happy and willing to make any visitor or tourist feel very welcome. They are also all hustling for a buck, like the many little kids who walked the beaches selling knit carpets and wall hangings in order to make a few dollars off the “rich” Americans they see in their midst. I felt bad letting them know that we weren’t rich by any means and couldn’t afford to buy their wares, something these children couldn’t really understand. In some cases these kids came up asking for food…even asking for just a handful of potato chips one of us may have been eating at the time. It was at these moments where I became very mindful of how fortunate we really are to be from America and although we may not be wealthy, in their eyes, our pittance was a fortune. It’s just one of those things that opens your eyes to how others in this world actually live.
The conversation continued. My friend responded: “I don’t know why you even leave the United States anyway when you travel. I have absolutely no interest in seeing anywhere else. I am an American. Everything else is just too foreign for me. When I travel, I want to stay in America. How come you always go to some other country, give money to their economies? What’s wrong with America that you don’t travel anywhere else here at home?”
This, coming from a guy who never leaves his neighborhood, much less go anywhere else, even in America . His questions to me were not out of curiosity, really. He didn’t really want to know the answers to these questions. What he was doing was waving the flag in my face; to sort of imply that I was somehow “betraying” my own country for even daring to want to become acquainted with anywhere else in the world. I gave him my answers but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The flag waving continued, from everything about spending money on other economies to absolute dismay about fraternizing with people who “hate” us. He is not alone in this attitude. This is why many Americans are completely ignorant of the rest of the world and other cultures and have no interest in even knowing or understanding them, even when they live along side them right here in America. It’s their right to do so, of course, but I questioned why such resistance to it?
“America is the best country in the world,” was his reply. “I have no interest in anywhere else. Like I said, I am an American. When my ancestors came to America it was to leave behind the old world and become an American. There is this tendency for the younger generations to get re-acquainted with their ancestor’s countries and where they came from. I’m not interested in that. I’m like my grandparents. Leave the old world behind and become an American. America is all I care about.”
There was nothing more to say, really. What can you say to that, really? It was clear to me, this hostile (and not to mention passive-aggressive) way of responding to me was to clearly demonstrate his disapproval of me--or any other American, for that matter---to even dare leave his beloved country to see what lies beyond it. A flag waver. Stars and Stripes forever, nothing and nowhere else is important. Fine. We are all free to think what we want. Personally, I found it sad, but that’s me. For me, life is filled with many wonderful things and sometimes you have to venture beyond your own comfort zone in order to experience them. Naturally, you have to have an interest first but it seems to me that many are not interested at all at what exists beyond what they know and what they see and I am of the opinion that this contributes to some of the hostility we face around the rest of the world: our complete and total unwillingness to see, experience and understand that there is a world outside our protective and comfortable bubble we’ve built around ourselves as a nation and a society. And this is all fine if this is how you feel in your heart. Some people are just not interested in knowing. But keep the flag waving to yourself. Don’t wave the Stars and Stripes in my face as if the notion of traveling is somehow a subversive and anti-American act.
Like it or not, we are all citizens of the world, despite what nations we come from. After all, what nations we do come from is a mere geographical accident. We are born where we are born and not asked where we are to be born. Obviously some are more fortunate than others in that respect but we are born where we are born by sheer chance. Let the governments, business men, clergy and other folks who divide this world thump their chests and make everyone else “the other”. We are all human after all and not so surprisingly people are not that much different from each other no matter where you come from. We all have the same concerns, hopes, dreams, desires, despite what the “leaders” of the other nations in the world want you to believe. You really want to commit a subversive act? Open your eyes and your mind and look beyond what others want you to see. You may discover something positively wonderful.
CREATIVE - ESSAY

Copyright © 2010 Julian Gallo
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Pseudo-Patriotism and Foreign Travel

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Excellent piece Julian. I think I've had this same conversation. I'm not much of a world traveler either. Mostly because, like you, I'm not a man of means. But when I do get the opportunities I like to go new places.
I have had the opportunity to travel within the U.S. - and outside. There is a good benefit to traveling around the U.S. It's a big country and there is a lot to see - so one can broaden horizons within it. But - the world..... is bigger ;)