For all of our supposed drift into “two Americas”, living abroad for many years has taught me that Americans are still more similar than we are different. Sitting at a streetside cafe in my cute medieval European adopted hometown, I can sense an American visitor from two blocks away, regardless of whether they’re from Nebraska, […]
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