When I was a kid, I thought my dad was a really progressive guy because he always took his car to the Japanese-Auto Repair Shop.
I thought:
"wow, my Dad is friends with everyone, even the kind Japanese people at the Auto-Repair Shop."
The truth is, he drove a Toyota that needed to be serviced at (you guessed it) the Japanese...Auto...Repair Shop...
I believed many things as a child.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Landscapes
The landscape reveals the landscape of life--
so in the same way the landscape is momentous and dangerous and beautiful and thrilling and exotic and fun--
So it goes with life.
so in the same way the landscape is momentous and dangerous and beautiful and thrilling and exotic and fun--
So it goes with life.
Hoodwinked in Paris
Don't let them put that bracelet on you.
If you ever go to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart in Paris, Franceland-- you'll be offered a bracelet by a few SUPER amiable African dudes.
DON'T LET THEM PUT THE BRACELET ON YOU.
In my ignorant naivety, I thought, as they promised me, that this process of getting a bracelet upon the steps of this pretty church was all part of "tradition."
Did I mention they were amiable? Seriously. These folks should be teaching charisma classes or something different than trying to hoodwink dumb tourists into spending 40 euro on a bracelet that cost 5 cents to make.
I ended up giving the dude 20 euro, barely realizing what I was doing. I was hoodwinked at this church is Paris that I could barely pronounce the name of with my anglo-irish-californian mouth.
I go in the church, the mood is somber but I am IRATE!
But the minute I turned back to find the crafty African dudes-- they were gone. It was amazing. I was angry and I also couldn't help but being little impressed.
They turned me into a huge sucker that day. They totally won.
If you ever go to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart in Paris, Franceland-- you'll be offered a bracelet by a few SUPER amiable African dudes.
DON'T LET THEM PUT THE BRACELET ON YOU.
In my ignorant naivety, I thought, as they promised me, that this process of getting a bracelet upon the steps of this pretty church was all part of "tradition."
Did I mention they were amiable? Seriously. These folks should be teaching charisma classes or something different than trying to hoodwink dumb tourists into spending 40 euro on a bracelet that cost 5 cents to make.
I ended up giving the dude 20 euro, barely realizing what I was doing. I was hoodwinked at this church is Paris that I could barely pronounce the name of with my anglo-irish-californian mouth.
I go in the church, the mood is somber but I am IRATE!
But the minute I turned back to find the crafty African dudes-- they were gone. It was amazing. I was angry and I also couldn't help but being little impressed.
They turned me into a huge sucker that day. They totally won.
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