We are not alone. I have seen them.
Today I got on the wrong bus. Coincidence? Not really, the other bus was late. But I saw something that became the highlight of my day. She, a red-head, sat across the aisle from me.
Someone on this island is whiter than I am!
Now you might think that if this is the highlight of my day, I have lost it. But hear me out.
It is a little odd sometimes being the only girl who prefers the shade of the inland trees to a sun-soaked lay on the beach. I don’t tan. Never will. I’ve tried, cried, blistered and peeled. Here in Grenada, SPF 85 and a good hat are my best friends.
In fact, on our various beach outings, be it back home at Tahoe or traveling abroad, David and I like to play a little game. It’s called “find someone whiter than the wife.” We usually go home pointless.
So you can see why my whitey sighting was so exciting. I wanted to introduce myself and ask about her impeccably unburnt skin. However, “Hey, you are white too!” seemed to be an inappropriate conversation starter – especially in a bus full of Caribbeans.
I quietly let the moment slip by, happy with the idea that someone else here might understand my love-hate relationship with Mr. Sun.
The truth is out there. And it is white.
