I’m going to the Grand Canyon tonight. I’ll be back on Monday. I do not know if I will take my laptop. I probably will not even take Dulcinea. Just me, a backpack, and some friends.
I just need to do my laundry, pack the backpack, and finish today’s errands and we’ll be leaving around 5pm.
Once more the token American amongst my friends, I set off for someplace new. It almost sounds like the beginning of a joke. “A Turk, a Spaniard, an Indian, a Portu … say! What do you call someone from Portugal, anyway? And an American all go to the Grand Canyon …”
As opposed to last night when it was all of the above, plus people from France and Italy walking into a bar …
Or lunch a couple of weeks ago when it was a French Canadian, a Mexican, a Honduran, three Spaniards, the guy from Portugal, two Indians, two Turks, a German, a New Zealander, two French, a Brit, a guy from China, and me. It is a strange, strange group of friends when I am the one who is supposed to define my society’s response.
Recently, a group of us were at a bar when a woman came up to me and said, “I have to talk to you because you seem pretty normal.” Now there’s a way to start a conversation! She went on to say that she had been watching and listening to our group and she wanted to know where we were all from. She had tried to guess from the accents but gave up after a while. The countries of that outing (not including me) were: France, Honduras, India, Italy, Japan, Mexico, New Zealand, Portugal, Spain, and Turkey. Until she heard me speak, she guessed that I was from Jamaica. *sighs* Dreadlocks do not a Jamaican make.
Anyway, this got waaay off topic. I’m going to the Grand Canyon. It should be fun. 🙂