Miami jarred me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a minority. And I loved it.
In Brooklyn and certain parts of Philadelphia–my most memorable experiences outside the bounds of middle class, white culture–I had no problem speaking English with the people that live there.
The fact of my whiteness in a sea of non-whiteness was easy to contextualize at those times. They were temporary excursions from my normal life into another place and culture, a protrusion from the bubble that bounds my ordinary pale-skinned life, a tendril that would soon snap back into place as I returned to Lancaster or Wyomissing. Continue reading “Road Trip 2017: Miami, FL”