Speaking about time spent in other countries often leaves me feeling a bit pretentious. "Oh God, here we go," my friends must think each time I bring up one of the three times I've gotten stamps on my passport. It doesn't help that each time my exploits get brought up in conversation I talk about them as though I had lived abroad. "Back when I was in South America," my memory will begin as I recount some random tale I've told countless times, never mentioning the fact that I had only be out of the country for six days.