What's my name?

If my parents had known twenty one years ago that the little baby they were holding in their arms would one day spend 14 weeks in Guatemala, they probably would have picked a different name. 

Nope. Meredith is not exactly the easiest name. It's not easy for any kid to say, but especially Guatemalan kids.

Let's be honest, I vividly remember the day I learned how to say my own name. I was five years old. My mom was doing laundry and I burst into the laundry room all proud of myself screaming, "I can say my name! Mommy, I can say my name! Mer-uh-dith!" It ranks up there with the day I was practicing hitting golf balls in my front yard...toward the house. After hitting one clear over our two-story house, I ran in proclaiming, "I'm a real golfer now!" 

Anyway, after a week here, I'm getting a little confused myself about what my name is.

To Wendy, I'm "Americana."

Yasmin and Roxie thought long and hard about a new name for me and have decided on "Merci."

I pretty much answer to anything that starts with an "M" or has "Mer" somewhere in it...