Foreignness

I am a xenophiliac.
I can't help it, I adore foreigners. And their cultures, ideas, beliefs, accents, etc etc..

I do not /stare/ at foreigners, like Egyptians do. I don't think they're particularly special just because they were born wherever they were born. I mean, can't, can I, with my own multi-nationality? But still, I like them, just the way I like strangers.

Then again, people find it funny when I say one of my hobbies is observing people from a distance. Not interacting, just watching them, analyzing them and whatnot.

Yesterday I spent the whole morning with a group of women, from all over the world. Canadian, American, Singaporean, Finnish, Dutch, Danish, and I'm sure I'm missing out some. Some of them were not even that much older than I am, which is a first. I guess I'm still struggling a bit with actually being an adult, or almost one. Whether or not I should address them by their first names, or add something to that. *tilts head*

I have to say, these women who marry Egyptian men and end up living here by themselves: They are amazing cooks. Or bakers, at any rate. The whole table was creaking underneath the weight of banana cupcakes, chocolate cake, sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies (first time to eat those) and I don't know what else. And foreign coffee just tastes so much better than the weak Nescafe they have here~

I even met someone who loves reading, and she is just as much of a fan of Harry Potter as I am~

Oh, and I went and applied for a new internet connection at another company, with mum.
That was the first step of my plan. Now, if I play it right, everybody is going to be happy, for I plan to get them a new computer, so they're not stuck when anything changes, and we don't all have to share one. Because that's so frustrating for all of us, when you have internet addicts like me sharing 'em.

xxx
The Gypsy.