Ok, so we are all familiar with the rumors about LDS people: we are a cult, we have horns, we can't swim, we never drink soda...I won't get into the really ludacris ones because I think they are a little offensive. But all in all, they make for a good laugh. Well today I heard a new one...
I've been staying with this family, Vinny a single dad and his daughter, Brittany. My dad made friends with Vinny back in Hawaii, and has kept in good contact with him since. Now Vinny lives in Maryland right outside of D.C. and has been gracious enough to let me stay here, even buy my favorite flavor and brand of ice cream and let me make pancakes. Really, I feel very welcome here.
Well, I've been feeling a little lonely and restless with nothing to do. So today, I went on a run on some trails that a nice man wearing a turban pointed out to me this morning. Vinny lives on an Air Force base, far away from real communities or popular nature walks, but his housing development was awesome enough to have trails! So I enjoyed that little bit of peace and quiet with Jose Gonzales this morning. Then later in the afternoon, I asked if there was a library within walking distance. He said there was and that he could take me there. Well, we got there an hour before it opened, so he drove me around to see the sites of Maryland, namely, the ghetto which is where he feels his roots are buried. It was tight, nigga, tight. An hour later, we arrived back at the library and I went on my merry way reading children's stories about caged birds in Cambodia and looking up cool CD's like Bjork's Greatest Hits. Finally, it was time to leave, it was getting hotter and humidier and I was getting hungry. Since I have no agenda, no places to be, I decided to go for another walk all the way home. It took about half an hour to walk along the highway, walk through the gate onto base and make it all the way home without getting significantly lost. I make it sound like it was inconvenient, but I really enjoyed spending some time outdoors and to myself. Hours later, at dinner at a nearby restaurant, Vinny asked if I had a limited amount of hours I could spend in a car? I was confused, but answered 'yes' figuring it was a personal question like 'do I like driving or being in a car for a long period of time?' Then he clarified, saying, "Well, you know, I see those missionary boys, you know the ones that knock on doors?"
I can't blame him. All the evidence was there.
So now we can't spend too much time in cars.
Damn our pioneer-handcart heritage.
I really appreciate Vinny and Brittany, they've treated me like royalty - I should make that clear.