Are you a peach or a coconut?
Belgians were a bunch of coconuts. Latin America was one big peach orchard. And I don’t know what the hell I am.

Cuba is among the peachiest of countries I’ve visited. There was a whole family here but I don’t have photos because 20 seconds later we were all dancing together on the street.
The metaphor is new to me, but I heard the idea years ago about the Far East. “Chinese people seem rude, even hostile, and it’s hard to make friends, but once you do connect, they’re incredibly loyal and intimate. The Japanese are the opposite, very welcoming and hospitable from the beginning, but it’s hard to really get to know them.”
That is, Chinese coconuts (only soft and welcoming if you can make it past the hard protective shell) and Japanese peaches (welcoming from the get-go, but holding an inner core apart) have a hard time connecting.

Maybe it takes a certain shell to live in a city as crowded and busy as Hong Kong.
Americans are famously peachy. Foreigners are astonished at our cashier kindness, coworker questions, and sidewalk strangers’ smiles, but they wonder if we’re putting on an act when our kindness hits the back wall of privacy. I can’t say which is better but if I’m going to ride through life in the back of a fruit truck, peaches sure do make for a more pleasant ride. At times I fear for our fuzzy welcome, with our devotion to a national religion of fear, plus the inevitable calluses of an increasingly urban lifescape.

These boys in South Africa were not interested in exclusion or taking time to warm up
So it was reassuring to hear my international cast of tour guide friends again extol the kindness they felt from average Americans on the streets of Washington State. Granted, my warm-hearted colleagues would receive a warm welcome anywhere on earth. And that is where I take reassurance, reaping again the shared and individual humanitarian benefits of travel and contact, even when the travelers are coming to me.
Because in the end, this Coconut-v-Peach idea is a stab at characterizing the vast variety and splendor of our species. And as with all such attempts to describe us, I wonder where the benefits of approximations at understanding verge into the disservice of divisiveness. But when we travel, when we meet each other, recognize our differences but saturate in our commonality, I find hope for this branch of upright monkeys who take ourselves so terribly seriously.

Are Bulgarians peaches or coconuts? I’m not sure, I didn’t have the moxy to join in that day, but dancing in the park is an invitation if you’re open enough to accept it.
So to all my kith and friends-to-be, whether you’re a coconut, peach, avocado (slightly thicker skin than a peach), or strawberry of all-the-way-through love, I’ll see you somewhere in this buffet of life. Now why am I craving a smoothie?
(PS. One of my favorite coworkers informed me that the black background on here made it hard to read. I thank him, but the rest of you are in trouble for not telling me! Is blue better?)
Yes, blue is better.
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Thank you! I’m thinking white with a background border (ie yours) would be better still… How have I been doing this for eight years and not figured this out?
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White might not be the end-all and be-all.
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It was kinda horrible, wasn’t it? On the templates page it was more of a brown/tan color, but on the actual site it looked like cream cheese that had been left in the sun for a few hours. The fridge overnight? Something not quite right. Back to blue it is!
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FWIW, though I’m fine with blue, I never had any problem with the black background.
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I liked how much it accented photos, but it seems to make the text less accessible.
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Blue is better!!
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Hah loved the additions of avocado and strawberry. I’m kind of a coconut. Not that I’m standoffs or rude, but more like shy. And the more I get to know someone the more I open up.
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I guess one doesn’t really pay attention to these small details, when one enjoy reading what a specific blogger has to say. But then again, change is good. Liked the black. Like the blue. Love your thoughts and photographs.
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Oh, I love the fruit analogy. So many possibilities, hard, soft, sweet, bitter, hidden goodies inside … I don’t know what I am either, but like the idea of a passion fruit–wrinkly on the outside, tart and sweet inside!
The blue is better for my eyes. And since you are scolding us for not saying anything earlier, slightly larger font would be easier to read. But, alas, I’m getting older so others may not agree.
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Yes Blue is ok. What about white and blue? hahaha! Well I don’t know what I am, but I am kinda the kind who lets it all flow. I would talk, smile to anyone wherever in the world I go. Be on a platform, on a train, on a bus, in a supermarket, I won’t leave without getting to know someone. But well it is true that some people are so terrible to open themselves into a conversation or friendship. I wouldn’t say it is the culture or traditions, but it is all up to who personally they are. We all have the freedom to be what we want to be. It was a great post and very interesting. Thank you for sharing!
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