Boldness

Here's a story for you. Make of it what you will.

The other day I and Drea were standing in the check-out line of the local supermarket when I struck up a conversation with a French woman. The lady told me that she lives part time in France and the rest of the time here in Marrakesh. She had also lived in Casablanca. Naturally I told her that I was an American and I told her about how I came to be living here, that my husband was a Moroccan and that the kids and I had decided to stay here for a few months to see family and to soak up the local culture.

Her responce: "Do you have a choice between living here and in America?"

She asked me this with a straight face and seemingly no shame at all. I thought the question was a pretty bold one and a perfect example that you don't always have to say exactly what goes through your mind.

I looked at her like she was a little crazy, smiled and said, "Of course I have a choice. Whatever I want my husband gives me."

And for the record folks, I did have a choice to stay here. Up until the day my husband was leaving to go back to America he kept reminding me that if I didn't want to stay  he would change my tickets pronto and that would be the end of it. Furthermore, if ever I want to come home before our scheduled return date of May 28 that I need only say the word. I have a fabulous husband who respects me and my decisions and I find it offensive when anyone, especially a complete stranger, questions that.