Cameleon

I was at a store the other day, and a young woman came up to me and started speaking Spanish. While I do have some Spanish under my belt, she spoke a little too fast for me to completely understand, so I politely said, "Hablo inglés." She laughed out loud, said sorry, and started speaking to me in English.

I couldn't help but think that this exchange means that I've officially lost my Caribbean tan. Blahhhhh so sad! I worked on that tan for two years! (People only mistaken me for Hispanic when I'm not tan.)

So then I got to thinking about what other ethnicities people have mistakenly pinned on me. In Michigan, I was often asked if I was either Hispanic or Native American. In St. Kitts, I was often asked if I was either Hawaiian or—I'll admit it—Snooki. Either that means I had a wonderful sunkissed island girl look...or I was orange, like spray tan orange. Whatevs.

Anyway, this isn't an exciting post, but I felt like sharing. Really, I'm just pouting about losing my tan. Come on, summer!