Today’s theme is foreign places. It doesn’t have a be a foreign country, it could be a foreign climate or culture. Miami FLA is fairly foreign to a girl from the Pacific Northwest.
International Relations
He stared at her, a force to be reckoned with, wild curls and freckled face, stars in her eyes and stripes on her shirt. She smiled at him, taking a drag on a cold soda. He acquiesced. Her engine roared as she drove across the border, trunk full of mischief.
Why didnít I pay attention in class?
[Gitchie, gitchieÖ.]
Heís giving me The Look but I canít remember the lyricÖ.
[Mocha Chocolata ya-ya]
Good Lord, heís fine. He looks like he invented the kiss named this frigginí country.
[Creole LadyÖ..YES!]
ìVoulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?î
Ooh la la!
After an evening of passion like she had never known, she questioned the stunningly handsome Italian man now lounging languorously on the bed.
ìSo youíre saying that, Desidero scopare i vostri cervelli fuori means ìI want to f*ck your brains outî NOT “Can you tell me where the hostel is?î
Itís my maternal family reunion again. I travelled across country to see relatives I havenít seen in years. I donít know what to say. I donít offer up my life for their judgement. I meet a few kindred spirits. Mostly, I sit, feeling off-balance, watching the strangers that are my family.
She couldn’t believe he left his back door unlocked. How many times had she wished he’d invite her back to his place? Now, standing in his bedroom, she ran her hand over his blue flannel sheets. He sleeps here, she thought as her heart throbbed loudly in her chest.
He emerged bleary-eyed from Shinjuku station. It was a cross between Times Square and Blade Runner, futuristic buildings covered in strange lights and even stranger symbols. The taxi door opened seemingly by magic. No matter how many times he had watched “Lost in Translation” nothing had prepared him for this.
It felt like she’d been planning her trip to Nanonanubi forever. It had only been five minutes. But those five minutes were full of the most vivid and thoroughly detailed imaginings she’d ever produced. Now all she had to do is figure out where in the hell Nanonanubi was located.
They huddle in a close circle, beer bellies overlapping touching, football style.
“Alright fellas,” said the gentleman who proudly wore mustard stains from lunch. “This ain’t the minor leagues. We are at prime time. Vegas baby. 150 countries in 5 minutes, take no prisoners!”
The buffet cooks began to sweat.