After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008


There's an old saying: in order to love your country, you have to leave it. I left my country in 2001, not for political dissatisfaction, although it was there, but to live an artistic life closer to my heart. But the more I saw, living in France, Mexico, and Argentina, the more I appreciated the United States. And the more I missed the things that most U.S. denizens take for granted.

I was up all night watching the election on CNN Espanol (I don't get CNN in English.) No giant screen election beer parties for me; I watched alone with Mirasol the cat, who pretty much chased her mousie through the whole thing.

I've seen many, many Presidential elections, but none moved me like this one. I was so hopeful, so prayerful, so PROUD that the American people rallied to change the world.

Today the internet almost crashed for the zillions of cyber-messages flying around the globe acknowledging change for the future. I don't want to, or can't, add anything more to the lyrical writings of those more on the cusp than I.

I just want to say how happy I am today to be American!


Elizabeth said...

Cherie, I think you are right when you mention how people take the U.S and democracy for granted. Last night we were with Cuban artists who had come her years ago to live a better life, and they said they gave up "many juicy things" to be in America and to live in democracy. Then they saw how things were going, and they realized that it was not the dream of freedom, and also that they could not go back to Cuba. Last night they were so happy, so emotional, and they said they realized that the dream is alive. What an amazing night. We are hung over though. much partying.
With Hope,

Tina said...

I'm happy today too!