One Woman Show

Eating grilled plantains and roasted purple corn on the cob I walked through a small market by my hostel. At the end of the market, I stood by one of the canals that run through this fascinating city. A man with kind eyes and his baby were there watching the boats go by. They walked up to me, he pointed at his child and said "Baby."

I waived and smiled, thinking that we would do the "name this object" game typical of two people speaking different languages.

He then pointed to me and said, "One man show?"

I laughed and said, "No, One Woman Show!!"

He laughed and walked away. He couldn't have been more right.