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Next morning I had breakfast in the buffet dining area and because I like to linger, I had at least an hour observing life at the resort. We played a game, imagining the country of origin of the other guests at the resort, based mostly on their clothing and what they were having for breakfast. Proof was in the language they spoke and we went to a few absurd lengths to find out.
The upshot of the game was that while there were a very few people who conformed to my stereotypes, I got it wrong for nearly all of them. Proof to me that the global middle class is really pretty homogenous, well, on the surface at least... and that's another story...
I also realised how wierd it was to judge people by food. I realised that I was eating a breakfast more german than english. In fact my Czech born grandmother had given me a taste for german food, so that black bread and pumpernickle, german cheeses and salami is the taste of nostalgia... hmmm... nostalgia for things 'german'. Never thought I'd be admitting to that one...

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