Today, as I was walking up a particularly long and steep road, an elderly woman in an ethnic head scarf stopped me. “Canadian?”, she asked me in accented but understandable English, smiling broadly. “Mei guo ren” (American) I answered. “Oh” she said, her face falling Iike a souffle.
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Everybody loves those beer drinking Canadians
In the past, when abroad, I have been mistaken for being Canadian. I don’t know what I was thinking this time.