I have not lived in a very foreign country since I left Taiwan nine years ago (England doesn’t count as “very foreign”). But walking down the street yesterday in Dehiwala, Sri Lanka I felt that I was home. I did not fit in, I was white, I was wearing weird clothes, and I walked down the street completely chillax as people stared at me a little more than normal. Here I ask stupid questions. I constantly try new things. I do not know what I am doing. This was my life for years, and, after 9 years, the rediscovered feeling of estrangement was comforting.
In America, nobody stares at me, at least not usually. I usually know what is going on, but not as much as people think. I don’t like asking dumb questions. I don’t stick out, even though I sometimes feel like I do. Here, even though Sri Lanka is very different than Taiwan, I feel the way that I look: I am a foreigner. There is no pretending.
So I felt very much at peace yesterday, even though it was my birthday, and nobody knew it within about 1,000 miles, my wife was in Houston, Texas, scared she might not make it to Sri Lanka this summer, and we are both worried about how to pay for grad school, finding jobs, getting my book published, and I am sad that Elinor Ostrom died that morning. (My online community was very lavish in birthday affection though. Thanks!)
In my newfound comfort, I enjoyed going to Viharamahadevi Park (formerly Victoria Park). It is a public park next to the National Museum in Sri Lanka. It is the oldest and largest park in Colombo and situated in front of the colonial-style Town Hall building. A caretaker gave me an impromptu tour. He then asked for money, and I gave him less than a dollar. He was not pleased with me : )
I also had some videos, but apparently I have to upgrade my wordpress account to post those : (