knew she hated being told what to do.
“We have to be back here by nine. Mom and Dad will have
everything packed and ready to go.”
duvet off our bed.
case you have to make a run back to the room.”
“Yes, mom,” Josh snarled.
A few minutes later, we were standing outside the hotel.
The streets were fairly quiet as most stores were closed, with the
exception of the corner ABC stores. Joggers and surfers offered a
sympathetic smile as they passed us. It was painfully obvious we
were tourists.
Trying to decide what to eat for breakfast with the four of
us is an act of Congress. Anything you could want to eat was no
more than a few blocks away, no matter which direction you turned
once you left the hotel. We wandered around for 40 minutes before
We walked in, and the familiar smell of sausage, Egg
“Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and Spam? Since when is
Spam a breakfast food? And since when is rice served as a side at
McDonalds?” Hannah asked.
“Since when is Spam considered food?” Josh followed.
“Come on, guys, we need to be back at the hotel ASAP.
Mom and Dad are waiting for us,” I pressed.
We got our food and sat down at a table on the sidewalk.
We loved gawking at tourists.
pictures,” Hannah squealed.
She was convinced that our one-sixteenth Vietnamese bloodline
and years of Tae Kwon Do connected her to other Asians.
“Check it out,” Hannah said, nodding in the direction of a
man walking towards us.
The man, who shared an uncanny resemblance to Lt. Dan
from Forrest Gump,
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