Argentina Colorful Salta
Years ago, at the Aventura Mall near Miami, a retail store manager greeted me in Spanish, “Hola. ¿Cómo está señor?” “Why do you assume I speak Spanish?” I asked her. She responded, “You look like un Colombiano!”
In 2003, in Hanoi, when I traveled with Sushma and Paawan from Mumbai, they admitted to me later that at first they guessed I was from India.
Last December, when I was in Cairo, the hotel staff addressed me in Arabic.
Recently, in a retail shop in Miami, once again, the sales lady spoke to me in Spanish. This is just the latest example of a common occurrence.
What’s going on? Do I present “international” facial features? Some “trans-national” coloring? A “global” carriage? Posture? Bearing?
What’s in my blood?