incognito

many years back i clerked at a store in our three season tourist area back home. to pass the time i used to study the visitors - their dress their mannerisms their speech - and try to imagine what they did in real life. the judge in birkenstocks, the teacher in a bikini top, the ceo in a motorcycle t-shirt taking his kids to breakfast. i was reminded of this game when i caught my reflection in the car on my way in from the store. uncombed hair pulled back, oversized shirt, no makeup. i looked positively wretched. never would i appear in public like this at home. but with vacation comes relaxed habits and blessed anonymity. looking at me now no one would ever guess im queen of a small island nation off the coast of portugal.