I've been laughing at Mama Ju, because every time we see a banner or bumper sticker honouring Barack Obama (there are a surprising number of them about the place!) she insists that we stop and photograph it. She then sighs wistfully and says 'I love my president'.
A few days ago, Kayla - another American volunteer living in our apartment, presented each of us with a miniature national flag for our respective countries of origin that she had made for us, to put on our bedroom doors. So our house is now full of German, American, Australian, and Dutch flags. I jokingly said 'trust a yank to make a flag'. To which Annemart (the dutch volunteer, who had earlier suggested that each Sunday we assemble outside our bedrooms in front of the flag to sing our national anthems) responded 'Rebecca, you are worse than everyone...you brought an inflatable kangaroo with you. And what about at Mama Asia's house - you saw her kangaroo earrings and starting pointing and yelling "KANGAROOS - that's my COUNTRY!!!!"'.
Okay, she has a point. In my defence, Kev the inflatable kangaroo was a parting gift from Davo. And he has brought much joy and companionship to the household.
But as for the episode at Mama Asia's salon - when did I become such a bogan?? I don't even particularly LIKE kangaroos, unless they're served rare with a rich delicious sauce and a side of garlic mash. But I guess we all get a bit patriotic when we're so far from home.
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