Many years ago someone asked the all important and often annoying question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” To which I quickly replied, “I want to be a European.”
An ex-gay program leader once challenged me that I was “too European,” and this was especially bad since he believed many gay men in the USA aspire to the cool sophistication associated with Europeans. High fashion, Old World charm and baguettes–a recipe for disaster.
At age 17 I made my first trip to Europe as a proud member of the United States Collegiate Wind Band (I hated that name especially since I played the tuba). We toured England, France, Beligium, Austria and Germany. I loved every second of it (except for the asthma attack after being smothered by a delicious goose down duvet and sinking into goose down pillows), and wanted more and more.
Since that summer of wind banding it, I have returned to the UK and Europe at least 20 times, staying for as long as three months on two ocassions. So far since this time last year, I spent nearly three months in Europe and the UK. A second home?
Even my blog revels evidence that my life gets more and more wrapped up with wonderful, thoughtful, funny Europeans. Half of you folks who leave comments are from the UK and Sweden.
Yesterday I took yet another slide on the European slippery slope–I bought a mobile (translation–cell phone). Oh and it is lovely. So tiny you can swallow it. I can use it throughout Europe and in the US.
After meeting with Dave at Greenbelt and James Alison and Jeremy Marks and then this weekend with Esther and Contemplative Activist and next week with Anna HP and Alex, well, the mobile is quickly filling up with wonderful, thoughtful, funny Europeans.
Well, I am off to Oxfordshire for the weekend and then to Sweden on Monday. You can check out the schedule here.