I had the novel experience of returning to a destination (Antigua) that is foreign, yet familar. It's a strange feeling. It kind of felt like coming home, but not. I am thinking of staying here and opening up a cafe/bakery.
On a similar note, I was chatting with this woman at my favorite bar, and since I seemed like I was familiar with the bar and the town, she asked if I "lived here". I was flattered. Someone actually thought I was a local, feels good man. The thrill of localism.
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