Chameleon

If you haven't noticed... I was gone last week.

My travels took me east. Although I love traveling abroad, it's fun to see what's two time zones over. 

Also, I discovered I'm a chameleon.

When I lived in Spain, I thought it strange when people would ask me for directions. I was very blond, very white—very American.

Strolling through the streets of London years later, I was again asked directions. I was useless and again, thought it strange that I seemed to know where I was going--at least to these people.

This last week, I found myself on a metro of one of the large cities on the east coast. I was enjoying my book when a woman approached me, asking about a metro stop--whether this train stopped there. I didn't know.

Luckily for her, she was standing in front of the metro map. I'm adept at reading maps. I quickly confirmed that—yes, the train did stop at the stop she wanted. 

Even while wandering around the city, one person asked directions to one of the places I had recently left.

You see? Chameleon. Apparently, I belong anywhere.