Having a graveyard at the end of the driveway of the resort is making for some entertaining arrivings and leavings for us. Kris says you need to hold your breath as you pass a graveyard, or that's the one you'll end up buried in; a rule he's had since he was a kid.

I find it humorous, so I play along. Our walk out today meant we had to run past the cemetary holding our breaths. I have to wonder what the people driving by thought of the two crazy people sprinting past the cemetery...

Following up with

this afternoon, I did this:

I'm excited and nervous about this.

1. They don't stop for pedestrians

Despite the signs that say, "State law, yield to pedestrians," cars don't. Kris was nearly hit by one car while crossing the street. Cars don't slow down when a pedestrian starts crossing the street.

2. They aren't afraid of talking to strangers

Between my conversations on the street and women coming up to me in the grocery store to talk to me, it's easy to realize that people here are just not afraid of starting a conversation with a stranger.

I'm liking the second. The first I can do without.

"Lots of trucks and four wheel drives and SUVs here."

"Welcome to America."

"Not everyone drives a Prius?"

"Indeed not."

After lunch, Kris and I walked down the main street of the town we're in. Kris wanted to find a bookstore where he could find a guide book. We wandered down the main street of the town, appropriately called Main Street, to a coffee shop and book store. The selection of books wasn't particularly good, so I suggested we look for a Kindle version. Kris thought it was an okay idea, and let me grab the Kindle out of his backpack. I wandered outside to use the Kindle, while Kris kept looking at the paltry selection of guidebooks.

As I was searching for a book on the Kindle, I looked up to see a man walking up to me with a huge grin on his face. "Is that the... the?" he asked. "It's a Kindle," I offered, and held it out for him to look at it. He asked questions, and we talked about it for a short while. I thought about showing him the ipad, which rested on my hip, after he joked, "The ipad is a feminine product, not a book reader, to me!"

He then let me know the town's real bookstore was down the street a couple blocks, that I should check it out instead of the coffeeshop. I thanked him, gave up on the Kindle, and started walking back to the bookstore.

As I was walking back, I caught up to group of people walking in the same direction. After a few steps, one of the women in the back asked if they could let me pass. "Oh, no, no, I'm enjoying this pace," I responded. She tried to insist, so, I let her know, "Walking with you makes me feel like part of a group, like I belong. I'm good walking here." She smiled, and the man next to her piped up that being part of a group is nice, even if it is the Old Grapes!

We chuckled as I turned to go into the bookstore, enjoying having spent all of 10 minutes by myself and I already met three new people.