Claire and I dropped our little doggy off at the vet this morning for a procedure that was going to take an hour.
Rather than wait there, we scurried off into town to the new gluten free bakery we recently discovered for one last time (and treat!) together before she leaves on Friday.
As always, we were talking a mile a minute (who came up with that phrase anyway??!!) when I noticed the little girl at the table next to us.
What do YOU do when you're sitting next to someone who's not speaking your language??
This little girl unashamedly stared at us the entire time we were there!
I guess it's normal that we'd be a curiosity to her. She might make the correct assumption that we are mother and daughter, just like her and her mom, but probably can't connect the dots as to why we'd be speaking another language at her cafe, in her town.
Sometimes there's just no getting around the fact that we just ARE a curiosity here. Still. After twenty years.
That's hard on me at times, and I wish I could just blend in (or speak Czech perfectly so no one knows I'm American) and be unnoticed.
But for now, while Claire is still here, I'll speak English and be a curiosity. It's worth it, especially at our favorite cafe!
On days like this it helps to remind myself where I really come from:
"So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God." Ephesians 2:19