Yesterday, I was walking down the wrong aisle in the grocery store looking for bar soap and some people passed by casually speaking English. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around as quickly as I could and just shouted at them "Are you American?!?" like any sane, but slightly lonely and desperate person might. The couple was Canadian. Oops? They were collecting a lost-luggage-esque assortment of items along with an American woman who lives here in Tours. When I told her I was here playing volleyball, she told me that she met Kelli Smith (THE marathon winning, ass-kicking wife of TVB star middle blocker David Smith) at this very same supermarket under the exact same circumstances (ie totally randomly). It's a small world after all ...and it was about to get even smaller. After chatting for barely five minutes we discovered that we were both invited to the same Thanksgiving dinner. What?!? After we picked up the parts of our exploded heads, we said our goodbyes and I found the bar soap at the end of the aerosol deodorant aisle.
I hope you are all looking forward to Thanksgiving. I know I am! :)
