Yes, we did.

I spent election night in Lisbon, glued to the television in Juan Manuel's apartment and watching the returns on cable. I made it to the point when CNN finally called Pennsylvania for Obama - by then, the five hour time difference was too much to bear, and I succumbed to sleep.

I woke up at 5 am, and Obama had won.

It's hard to put words to the feeling I had in that moment. A feeling that has stayed with me all week. Eirene put it perfectly in a chat I had with her on Friday:
Eirene: it was the happiest day of the last 8 years
it was sort of like being in love, and just really really happy
liberated?

In love, yes. Really really happy, most definitely. Liberated, of course. Of one of the most shameful administrations in American history. One that has repeatedly tarnished what "America" should and can represent.

I've cried every day this week since. Out of joy, pride, inspiration, and hope. And out of gratitude to the American people. For reminding me of why I'm proud to call myself American, in the fullest sense.

Wish I could have been there with you all to celebrate!