The World as Our Classroom
Wherever we go, we are looked at in wonder. The children an exotic mix of Caribbean, Asian, and European roots. Happy, smiling faces with heads full of bouncing curls. Their skin tanned. Their clothing casual. They could easily be local, yet there’s something different about them, something different about us. There’s something that cannot define us as Costa Rican, or Colombian. We will never be Ecuadorian or even Dutch any more. “Where are you from?” A question I had always answered with ease and certainty. We are “Dutch, of course!”. Yet now I hesitated. We had lived in several countries, befriended the locals, turned houses into homes. We had left pieces of our hearts shattered all over our beautiful planet Earth. We were now world-citizens. We were not Costa Rican, Colombian, or Nicaraguan. Nor were we European or Dutch. We were simply inhabitants of this earth, this world. We were not traveling, we were not tourists. We were living.