“It's a beautiful
country, yes?” she remarked in a German-sounding accent.
“Yes, it is,” I
agreed.
“You are
English?”
“No,” I laughed.
“I'm from Durban.”
She nodded. “It is
by the sea?” It was my turn to nod. “It is very beautiful too, but
we cannot go there this time. We will go next time.”
“Yes. You should
visit—in August or November, but not February,” I suggested. “The
weather is very bad then.”
She nodded. “I
will remember.”
“Are you from
Germany?”
“Oh, no. We are
Swiss—like the chocolate!” she smiled. I laughed delighted. “Nice
to meet you.”
“The same.” Still
smiling, I left to find Jay.
He was at the
microwave chatting to another tourist in what sounded like very
fluent German to me. I gestured that I would stand in the checkout
line. He joined me a couple
