Photo Phrenzy

For about one half hour today, I felt like a famous person. It was incredible, really.

Here's what happened; the students put on a foreign festival fair. There were booths from many different countries lining the sidewalk near the entrance to campus. Each booth had food items from the native countries, such as Spain, Mauritius, India, Russia, Brazil, and lots more. (But, one of Allen's students asked where the American booth was...we didn't see one.)

There were hundreds and hundreds of students there, tasting the food, buying the vodka and wine, just having a grand old time.

Now, here's where the famous person bit comes in....many times, as we were winding our way through the booths, which were filled with so many people, total strangers would come up and ask if they could be in a photo with us...or many of our students would ask if they could take our picture?

It was so strange....is it because we are old? gray-haired? fat? Did I have broccoli hanging from my teeth (which I often do here!)

"So this is what it feels like to be famous and walk through a crowd of people," I thought to myself. But, alas, it was over very quickly, and now we are just back to our normal selves in our homey apartment.

They say fame is fleeting, and now I know that to be true.