Where Am I From?

I could probably blog every day about food but I won’t do that. Promise.

I will however tell you about my ability to be Spanish, Bosnian, French, British, and American. [Notice how I didn’t say Italian. Still working on that one.]

Not too long ago, I was in a store when a man approached me and began speaking to me in a language that I did not recognize. I’m sure I was giving him a weird look, but he just kept on talking until he realized that I was not answering. Then he asked in broken English, “You Bosnian?” I say, “Nope.” He tells me he thought I was so-and-so’s daughter and that I looked Bosnian. Um, okay. That’s a new one to me. But hey, I guess if I look like I’m Bosnian that means I get bonus points for being interesting.

Last week Ellie and I were in a coffee bar and there were some guys chatting by the door. They were speaking in Italian to each other. As we were leaving, one guy moved out of the way of the door and excused himself in French. He wasn’t French. So did he think I was French?

Ellie and I were walking around taking some scenic pictures when a guy approached us and began speaking in Italian. We kindly explained that we didn’t speak Italian and so he wanted to know if Spanish would be okay. Nope. I’m not Spanish either. Never been to Spain.

We also found a bookstore that has a few English books. There just so happened to be a man who worked there that spoke a little English and we got to talk to him for a while. And then he wanted to know if we were from the UK or the US. I giggled to myself in my head. It cracks me up that someone would think that I am British. Maybe it is difficult to distinguish English accents. Or maybe I look like a British person.

Random side note: A lot of people have dogs here. We were walking around a park and there were like five dogs running around playing. It makes me miss Rufus. He is basically the coolest dog that has ever existed.

Back on track: Here’s to hoping that crossing cultures is easier if you look like a hodge-podge of cultures. That is probably the weirdest comment I have ever made about myself.