Welcome Back.

America is, er, how do I say this delicately...full of itself.  As I came walking into the Miami airport to be admitted back into my own country of origin, I had to pee.  So, I put my stuff down with a friend and ran to the bathroom.  That had 2 stalls.  Yes, 2.  2.  In line, there were about 1,000 people.  Awesome.

So, back from my bathroom trip, I'm waiting in the line for U.S. Citizens.  The one I'm standing in is slowly inching forward while the other 8 lines are moving like lightning (okay, not that fast, I guess I just had a lot of foreign people in mine).  Anyway, this delay allows me to watch the welcome video good old America made for everyone to watch.  I will try to relay to you the gist of it:  "Welcome" says 48 different people, 80% have blond hair, blue eyes.  13% have blond hair, brown eyes.  5% have dark skin.  2% look like they are from Italian descent.  Also, the word "Welcome" gets old really fast.  They could at least say it in different languages since we have no official language and regardless to popular opinion, not everyone knows English or should learn it.  Ugly, ugly language.

Finally, I see a professor get to the guy with the power to deny you access to the country.  Since she is not an original citizen of the U.S. of A. (shes from Iceland) she got fingerprinted.  The most interesting part of her 8 minute ordeal with the guy with the power to deny you access to the country was that I saw her 2nd tattoo.  Whodathunk.  A teacher that just screams plain Jane has 2 tattoos.  And 2 kids.  Wow.  

The guy in front of me in line (he's a friend) also had to go through the whole fingerprinting ordeal.  They both had other countries passports with American Citizen Cards.  So I am next and I'm kind of freaking out because its my first time back to the U.S. and I've heard horror stories.  30 seconds after I had him my passport and I don't declare anything, the guy with the power to deny you access to the country says "Welcome Back."  I give him a look of disgust as I would rather be in Santiago, Chile than in humid gross Miami for a 2 hour layover.

On a less sarcastic funny note, Chile was amazing.  There are pictures on facebook but they cannot do it justice.  Chile is also about 4,000 light years ahead of the U.S. on economic and some social policies.  Needless to say, I loved it.  And if someone gave me a chance to move there, I would uproot tomorrow.  Hopefully I can go back...maybe take some of you with me! :)