Friday, November 25, 2011

My first American Maccas

Succombed to a Maccas meal late last night. The 24 hour Harlem Maccas only serves through a window after 6pm - no human contact just through a speaker. Not the slick Australian operations of many young people working behind the scenes. A lone employee did everything - served, cooked (if that's what you call it). Raffaela thought it was a moment she will remember - eating Maccas with her mother - a rare event. Back to soul food tonight I hope.
I keep saying that people are so friendly - as we were nearingor apartment, somebody actually said "Enjoy your meal ladies" (noticing that we had Maccas bags). Calling it a meal is stretching it but it is the thought that counts.

We are becoming a regular site in our neighbourhood - the two white girls coming home late each night! Raffaela, of course gets lots of stares and a woman the other day was staring at her and finally said "I love your hair". I suppose black women spend a lot of money to get  long, straight dark hair like hers.

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