Tuesday, January 13, 2009

What is not to love about San Francisco

The thing about Smores

is that they are only something that would happen in America.  By America I mean the U.S.A. One of the many times I realized I was different recently was camping with girlfriends.  Everyone knew what to do, how to stop a bear from eating you, how to keep water out of your tent, how to cook a 5 course meal over a campfire.  I didn't grow up camping, in Arabia nobody wants to leave their home to go sleep in a tent.  The U.N. gives tents to refugees when their homes get demolished by Israel.  So the thought of sleeping in a tent for fun is not something that Arabs take lightly.  Long story short, I felt like the odd guy at the campfire.  One thing that came so naturally was of course THE SMORE.  All the mushy goo goodness is so natural.