The German and I were joined yesterday by a Canadian, who now sleeps in a tent next to my trailer. I knew we’d get along when he showed me his new sweater from Peru.
The family doesn’t get many people of color. They keep referring to him as the chino from the united states or the Japanese guy, but never the Canadian of philapino decent. He thinks it’s pretty funny, which surprises me. Most canadiens HATE to be called Americans.
(strawberry farm, Patagonia)
