Sore Thumbs

Joelle and I spent the entire day today wondering around the city of Singapore and to sum it up, it is just like Chicago.

Joelle and I spend the entire day laughing because we are so frustrated with how much we stick out like sore thumbs. That's all that has been on our mind for the last three months was to find ways to blend in with our surroundings, because the best way to travel to a foreign country.

Boy...we stink at it.

Let me paint you the picture. Two 5'9-ers, one that pass a 34DD, one with blonde hair, matching black pants, over-the-should packs (like the 2008 version of a fanny pack), baseball caps and our favorite - the Tevas - amongst barely 5'1, not more then 103lbs, business causally dressed Asians going to there 9-5 office job. We must of pulled out a map at every corner, walked through the wrong door, up the wrong escalator, try to withdraw money from a phone machine, pulled out hand sanitizer immediately after getting off the MRT (their version or the "L"). The only two people on the whole island sweating so much that it looks like we just walked through a monsoon. We were looked at, laughed at and just plain felt silly.

So...we're going to try to work on that a little.

I think the whole reason, however, boils down to the fact that people in other countries... you ready for this...are just like us! They were jeans and flip flops and go to lunch with their co-workers and drink Starbucks and talk on their phones and read the paper. I guess there was no reason to think we would be trekking through some extremely strange land...it was like another day in Chicago.

Now, see if I feel this way a month from now.