Soxanne: Nice scarf!
The Woman With the Great Scarf: Thank you!
S: Did you get it around here?
TWWtGS: No, it's from Mexico. My daughter bought it for me there.
S: Oh, terrific, I'm headed there next week! I can look for something like it.
TWWtGS: Oh, what fun! Where are you going in Mexico?
S: Mexico City.
TWWtGS: (A look of horror on her face) Ugh! Are you going on business?!?
S: No, my daughter wants to see Frida Kahlo's house so we're going for a few days to visit the museum and Teotihuacan and what ever else we can fit in.
TWWtGS: (Long pause. Not sure how to describe the facial expression. Astonishment? Fearful fascination? Incredulity?) Oh. Isn't it .... ?
S: Big. Yes, it's a big city. And dirty. Very crowded. Lots to see.
The conversation didn't go very well after that. I guess she's been to a Mexican beach at some point. Does that count as having been to Mexico? I mean, can she tell people she's traveled to Mexico if she's been to Ixtapa or someplace like that?
I don't think we'll be chatting on the bus much in the future. I mean, what if I slipped up and told her I've driven to Mexico. More than once. Or that I know someone who rode a bike to Ushuaia.
Maybe this is why not many people talk to me on the bus.
I should have kept the iPod earphones in and kept my mouth shut.
Except now I know to look for scarves in Mexico.
Because I could use another scarf.