I must be a magnet for talkers.
This summer, we were in Vienna and took an organized tour around the Baden, just outside the city. Between the two of us, we know some French, German, Spanish, and, of course, English. No Italian! It’s not like I am a recluse or antisocial, well, a little, and I am always friendly when I travel abroad. I’m an unofficial “Ambassador” for my country.
So, on with the story …
I notice that the person sitting across from me is looking at me, so I look back and speak. If I recall, he asks me where I’m from. His English was about what my French is … not good. So I say, we are from the United States. Where in the United States? Kentucky. Where’s that? West of Washington, D.C.
A few minutes pass, are you here for business or holiday? Both. What is your business here? Conference. So now, I am becoming a little annoyed and turn quickly and start fumbling with my camera. I have a few minutes of no talking.
But that did not last. What kind of camera is that? Nikon. It is nice, do you like it? Yes. Is it digital? Yes. How much did it cost? A lot.
Thank goodness, we arrived at our destination.
