...Are you Russian?

Most of my friends are away in Munich for Oktoberfest. I don't mind (I'm glad they're going and having fun, AND I'm glad I'm NOT going!!), but that means this weekend is destined to be filled with reading comics, reading plays, and perhaps watching movies.

All of these are for class, of course.

... No, really!

Anyway, the point of this update was to tell you all about a confusing happenstance that took place yesterday afternoon.

I was walking away from a pastry shop where I bought a meringue, and I was in the process of consuming said meringue (Note on meringue consumption below) when the well-dressed, groomed man carrying a backpack who was walking in front of me stopped.

«Hello, Miss,» he said. I kept walking past him. He continued, «I am on a pilgrimage to spread the word of Christ. I gave up all my worldly belongings and live in the street. I am extremely happy in my new path for Christ, and as you can see I am well dressed, I am clean and groomed, and I am spreading the word of the Bible...»

He continues to speak to me for a little bit. I understand the gist of what he's saying, but he's speaking rather quickly (and obviously, he thinks I am French).

When he finishes, I tell him, «Oh, yes, I'm a Christian.»

He hears my (slight) accent and quickly realizes I'm not French.

«Are you Russian?» he asks.

I sputter, «Uhh.. no... but I'm... Christan...?»

«Oh,» he says. «Well, have a good day!» And he leaves.

...

I AM CONFUSED FOR SO MANY REASONS!

That is all.


(Note on meringue consumption: They crumble into pieces and leave you covered in a fine, sugary powder. Very difficult to eat a meringue without making a mess.)