As Erica and I meet people a peculiar pattern emerges. It used to be odd, but now it's just plain weird. After they find out we're Americans the conversation looks like this, almost to the word;
Brit: So where in the States (never the U.S. or America, always "the States") are you from.
Us: Erica is from California, Zac is from Ohio.
Brit: A long pause. (Occasionally I intersperse "One of the small ones in the middle")
Brit: ...so where in California are you from? (Obviously having no clue where Ohio is)
Erica: Napa
Brit: Where?
Erica: The Napa Valley
(Often times) Brit: Oh! Napa Valley (emphasis on valley). How do you like the weather here? (Obviously we hate it since California is 70 degrees and sunny all the time, especially since the entire state is right on the beach)
Us: We don't mind it. It's actually similar to Napa's weather.
Brit: (Look of incredulity; obviously they aren't actually from California)
We do like British people, and meeting them.
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