That’s Nepal, Dad. Not Naples.
April 9th, 2007
Big difference, I had to explain to him over Easter dinner this weekend.
“I don’t know about this. Naples? Is that safe?” my father inquired about one of my potential volunteer sites. “Actually, yeah Dad. Naples is really safe. Nepal on the other hand…”
Blame it one too many shots of spirytus, that Polish alcohol he concocts around the holidays. Looks like cough syrup. Tastes like rubbing alcohol. Messes with your grasp of geography, among other things. (I know my mother is going to be mad about this post. Przepraszam.)


