Being a foreigner in another country is often like being an ambassador for your country. You alone my be the only representative of your country that someone ever meets. A child I teach may never make it to America. Is what I do or the things I say the way in which I want the US to be portrayed?
In the end really, I can represent no one other than myself. Whether I am seen in the eyes of others as something more than that is truly out of my control. I understand I am bound to be connected to the country I have traveled here from. As I begin to explore more and more of this beautiful country and encounter so many of its unique and wonderful inhabitants, I cannot help but to begin to really explore myself. Who I am in he eyes of others is hardly important. Who I am in my own thoughts is another thing entirely. But to be honest, that is why I do all of this. Why travel? It's very simple. Travelling exposes you to many things, but it also exposes you to one thing. Humans. We are all here, and when you travel you start to see that we are really all the same. Embrace our sameness. Discover what it truly means to be human.
The language I speak may make me of value to this country's education system. My skin color might make me an attraction to garner the attention of those around me (Trust me, having children want to take a picture with you just because you are white is very strange). But all of it is relative. Maybe in all my searching and questioning I will know who I am. Perhaps it is something I will never know, or never should know. Perhaps there is no answer to the riddle at all. But the question will always be worth posing. A koan to ponder on dark quiet nights. But in the meantime I will just do as my mother told me.
Be on your best behavior.