I’m back from a little vaunt to paradise. I’d lament about how awful it is coming back to the blustery weather here, but that would be in bad poor taste since it’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.
My time in Nicaragua was a picture of charming locals and travellers, everyone wildly kind and polite (save for the odd sniping of another surfer’s wave).
At one dinner out, the table was rounded out by folks from all over the Americas and Europe. One couple had a habitual cringe-worthy habit of flipping into a language that only the two of them understood — and chatting privately, in front of the rest of the group.
They also groped each other, but that’s extraneous to the point. And gross.
Point: If you need to have a private word in a public setting, wouldn’t stepping away be a better idea?
~ Karen Cleveland