When a friend asked, over coffee at Kaldis, what I was looking forward to most about being in the US, I answered "being anonymous." I was looking forward with great longing to not hearing "ferenge!" or "moneymoneymoney!" or "you you you!"
I got my wish. Especially during this week in Traverse City, Michigan, I fit in like mad. It's a pretty white-bread town in the northern part of the state, and most people look pretty much like me. I walk around the crowded downtown streets and nobody even notices me. I sit and drink an espresso and I'm just one of thousands of tourists. I could do anything: stop, look at a map, fumble, fall down, and not only would 100 kids not point, laugh and start yelling, but nobody would even notice. Ahhhhh.