“You’re going where?!”
I got that reaction a lot when telling people I was going to Haiti. That, and a long silence … or a raised eyebrow.
As someone who’s been known to plan last-minute trips, sometimes solo, I have been used to people doing double-takes. Usually, though, it’s just my dad who’s shocked, like the time I told him I was skipping Thanksgiving and heading to Iceland, alone, in the dead of winter. But this time, it was pretty much everyone who was surprised.
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