Thursday, April 2, 2015

It's All In the Translation

Coming back from a trip inevitably teases out travel memory fragments from my little grey cells...

I was sitting at dinner in Egypt, and our guide had ordered a different entree than the one we were enjoying.  I asked him what it was.

He replied, but through his thick accent I couldn't understand.  I kept repeating back what I thought he was saying, "bahz" hoping it would make sense to me, but I was stumped.

An older gentleman on our tour leaned over to me and said, "Rocky Mountain Oysters."

Oh.  Got it!

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