We grabbed a quick lunch in an ‘eatery’ near our hotel. ‘Where are you from?’ came the inevitable question from the waitress, curiosity no doubt picqued by my accent and that of my wife. ‘Belgium and Great Britain,’ we replied. ‘Oh, really?’ said our waitress. ‘My father comes from Belgium, from Mol, and my mother comes from Glasgow, though she’s got Irish roots, but I am an American.’ And she was, indeed, thoroughly American in accent and mannerisms. PS: The lady in the picture was not our waitress but her roots are definitely showing…