All the Way Home

Quite often I have an escort on the last leg of my walk home. The neighbor kids think it's fun to greet me, hold my hands, and follow me to my gate. They're cute, so usually that's fun. But sometimes it seems excessive because we don't really know each other, especially if they ask themselves in or tease our dogs.

So this day I decided on a consolation prize to keep my sense of humor: a photo of the parade! That's the challenge with cultural differences. When behaviors clash with one's sense of appropriate, you tell yourself that there are lots of ways to do things and yours isn't the "right" way and it's fun to try new things. And you laugh:)