This is me. In the World.

Two years ago, while traveling in Spain, I was set straight by a dear friend regarding something I clung to in order to establish my identity. As is common when traveling, I was often asked where I was from, and I always responded, "New York" as that had been my last stopping point. On a hot afternoon in Sevilla, my friend overheard this exchange and set me straight: "YOU are not FROM New York. (I'm not?) "People like you are OF the world, you are not FROM New York. Whatever you do, wherever you go, the world is your home...no matter where you have been or where you are going, you will always be of the world. Paige del Mundo. Sounds much better don't you think?" I thought it sounded cartoon-characterish, but I knew his idea was right. Exploring the world - locally or faraway - has always been my passion. So here is the story of Paige del Mundo. Paige of the World. These are my pages written while being in the world. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy telling my story.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

"You Have Beautiful Eyes"

In order to get the most authentic experiences in my travels, I always stick to menus that are true to what is typical in a region, and for me that meant venturing to a German Ratzskellar following drinks at the Hofbrau Haus. Ratzskellars are typically situated in basements or some subterranean set-up; and offer fresh and varied offerings each night; which usually involve potatoes of some sort. This place was exactly that.



I found a table in a cozy nook of the restaurant, and loved the glow of the wine bottle candles and the atmosphere the dim lighting created. I had purposefully sat on the opposite side of the room as a large group of older Italian men who were quite rambunctious as not to be bothered.



Tough luck. No sooner had I ordered than the group seemed to morph into my space, and the whole game of "translation" began as a VERY basic conversationin VERY broken English ensued.



This was not the idea of a quiet evening for one that I had envisioned, and I asked for my check and headed out. But not before one very pursuant man told me five times "che bella due ochi"... He was clearly on repeat, and I was clearly exasperated so out into the streets I went to get lost in the Munich crowds. City living is great for quick escapes, I just hope there are not too many more of these instances instore for this trip!

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