I love to tag along with Steve when he goes on business trips.
The hotel rooms.
The pools or the ocean at my disposal. It’s like a mini vacation for me.
For those that know me, know that I am not shy. I am the opposite of shy. However when I am thrust into a room with hundreds of people that do not know, I am still not shy, but when everyone else is speaking a different language it’s quite unnerving. I don’t know what to say. I feel…..just weird and way out of my comfort zone.
Steve has work to do and people to see. I say “I’ll be fine, you go do what you need to do. I’ll just sit here and try to disappear or I’ll go outside.” I listen to those sitting around me at the table speaking of equipment and fire service. Pumps and other strange things.
I have visited the food table numerous times. I’m not even hungry for goodness sake.
Steve wants to introduce me to his collegues. Shake hands. Small talk. They are super nice but I still don’t speak their language.
I talk old house
I talk paint colors and furniture styles
I talk Grandbabies
Where is karaoke when I need it.
“You can go back to the room if you want.”
This hotel is huge.
I have forgotten our room number and I’m for sure going to get lost trying to find my way back to our room.
I’ll just wait outside.
It’s a beautiful evening in South Florida and I’m becoming friends with the mermaid.
I guess I just need to learn a new language.