Having fair complexions and some German heritage in our ancestry (plus blonde hair for me), Jason and I were assumed to be German several times. We spent an evening in Dresden before our flight back to Newark and we didn't get those, "You're not from around here" or "You sure look different" looks. Well, until they heard we didn't speak German. It was actually kind of fun to walk around feeling as though we blended right in. There are very few foreign countries where you can actually do that.
At the same time, we determined this could be a rather dangerous thing. At one point we came around a corner at the same time that a somewhat large dog did. I obviously showed some surprise and the owner rattled something off in German, smiling. We went ahead and chuckled and smiled back, having no clue what in the world he had just said. So he either thought we were amiable people or complete idiots. Or maybe even deaf.
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