Slice of America - Abroad
I live in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Some companions and I were visiting
England a few years ago. While touring Oxford, I left my friends to
step outside of the old church to find a napping place. The English
are terribly understanding about naps, and so I felt comfortable
finding a nice, tall cedar near a gate to lie down for my 20-minute
naptime. Just as I began to slip into REM, I heard a voice say
"Dixie! What are YOU doing here?"
Our choir director's daughter standing over me.
Small world.
She was on a summer student exchange program there.
I missed my nap.
Dixie
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