My most classic 'dazed and confused' moment came after a month long stay on Isla in 2006. The day after arriving home, we decided to make a run to the Costco in Issaquah since we were low on supplies. Once in the store, I realized I needed to hit the john. So I told my husband to take the cart and I'd meet him. I scurried off to relieve the bladder. Once I entered the hallway where the bathrooms were, I just remember looking at the two doors and being totally confused. No Damas and Caballeros? I looked again at the stick figures and they were making no sense whatsoever. Hmmmm. I decided on the door to my right. Once in the stall, I heard some growling noises from the person next door and decided to make it quick! Looking down, I remember thinking what UGLY shoes that woman has on! Must be a man-woman! I quickly did my business and scrambled over to wash my hands. Suddenly, an Asian man crossed my line of vision in the mirror. What the hell? Finally, that small projector bulb in my brain turned on! Oh my God! As I scurried towards the door with my wet hands, I saw the urinals on a wall behind the door. And a man was standing there looking at me in the mirror. I threw on my sunglasses and ran to find my husband in the store, hoping not to be recognized by any of the offended males. LOL
After other visits to Mexico, I've dreamed Spanish in my sleep for several nights after getting back home (and I really don't SPEAK Spanish). And then there's the look you get when you're constantly saying 'Gracias' to people back in the U.S.! (Especially the Hispanic U.S. Custom's employee at DFW!)
Is it just me???
