One amusing story I'd just remembered from Amsterdam. This was when J and I were on our way back to the US in mid-February. We talked to a girl in line checking into the same United flight as us. She was born in Amsterdam, but spent all of her time growing up in the US, but moved back for University. Her parents lived in Houston and she was going to Guatamala via Dulles then Los Angeles.

As she walked up to the agent we noticed something, she had a Canadian flag stitched to her backpack.