I’m so stupid.
A new country with my inflated American ego, thinking I could navigate easily.
I turned down an alleyway, but it was lined with vendors and it was crowded. Maybe it was a street. I attempted translating the menus on my iPhone.
I studied the food around me, well more like staring.
“Can I try that?” I asked loudly, pointing to something.
All I heard was a different language when he responded. I looked around noticing annoyed stares from hungry customers.
Now I understand.
My ego died that day.
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