As we eat, as we walk, as we talk, we are watched... touched... smothered... all out of love and wonder... I really don't know how to take it. I dyed my hair dark brown to stop getting the blond hair stares but it really hasn't helped. My boys are touched, scratched, hugged and smothered by virtual strangers. MEN or women, old and young. We dine for pizza or Thai rice and we are gawked at, in a nice and loving way, but STILL. I scold Blake for something on the street and look up to 5, 6, maybe 10 people looking on, smiling mostly, wanting to reach out to touch him. I get comments hourly about how cute the boys are but I must have another, a girl. Like I have a choice in ANY of that??? Paaaahlease. It's really not bad, I know it is innocent, and I do want to respect them, but scratching my kids hair... after who KNOWS where their hands have been??? We swim a lot and bath a lot, it sounds mean right, but imagine, no personal space? FORGET it here. At least it's all nice, friendly and SAFE. Forget being in a bad mood, someone always says something nice or opens a door for you or hands your change/card back like they truly appreciate your business. It's everywhere... niceness. So how does one respect their culture and yet have personal space too??? There you have it.... I blogged it. Whatcha gotta say???