I’ve been in England a long time. If I keep my mouth shut, I can pass for a local. I dress the same and look the same. We’re in a small city far from London, so it’s not like there are that many Yanks roaming around here anyway.

My wife, on the other hand, is visibly foreign and has a much different experience living here. She encounters much more xenophobic micro-aggression, though most people are still polite.

“You speak English so well!”

“Thank you. Cambridge expected it.”