We visited Gibraltar many years ago. It was where Richard took his first steps!
Though everyone seemed to have Spanish names, they were so clearly patriotic and ‘British.’ I remember, while in a minibus, the locals cheering as they saw a Spanish registered car being towed away for a parking offence as we drove past.
It was quite disorientating being there, with passion/nationalism so much more genuinely prevalent than ever encountered in England.
The Falklands, I would guess, would be a similar cultural experience – but much colder and windier.
Both places have communities that are at home in their land, but others see them as foreigners.
Conversely, I grew up in a small Ukrainian community, in exile in a foreign land which had welcomed them, whose home was thought of as somewhere else, where they felt ‘foreigners’ had invaded and were in charge, excluding them.
Home is where the heart is, and people can honestly have opposite views of the same place!
Like Paul pointed out, it is a good attitude to try and live to be at peace with all others. Including ourselves. Something, unfortunately, we seem to constantly have to prove and reprove. To claim the victory Jesus won.