When I waited for the rest of the group to make up a decision, I stay outside the hotel to watch people come and go. Since the hotel has no smoking policy, quite a few people hang around outside, me included. There was this beautiful tall lady with her brother-in-law from Dallas, Texas of US of A, having a smoke and drink. And we struck a conversation. Them with their twang American accent and me my Filipino hard accent. We manage to understand each other. So, the common question is: What do you think of Paris? I was cool as a cucumber in responding: Oh, you know, just another city. And they both exclaimed: Yah! If we have known this is just like Dallas, we could have skipped this city. Opsey… I stepped on a nerve. Moving on… A couple of women from Brazil conversation was more like a charade since they speak “un poquito” English. They asked me what brought me to Paris. I said I’m with a group from Canada who are on pilgrimage. Brazil: Shaking their heads slowly uttering the word pil-gri-mage???
Canada: Pil-gri-mage is when people travel to visit holy sites and pray.
Brazil: Still shaking their heads with a quizzical looking facial expression.
Canada: I made a hand gesture, putting my palms together in prayer like this:
Canada: Okay, maybe this will make them understand. I made a sign of the cross like this:
Brazil: No, no, they both answered in chorus.
Canada: Okey dokey, no comprendo eh?
Brazil. No, no,
Canada: Last charade… I stretch my arms wide open looking up in heaven….
Brazil: They both excitedly exclaimed….Rio de Janiero !!!
I kid you not, this is the truth.