Foreign Delicates
There's a certain "X" factor that accompanies citizens of foreign descent - especially Americans. Although sometimes magical, it can often be jarring by placing a separating cultural wall between you and the natives. This wall can be thicker than a language barrier, but ever so often that "X" factor can offer luxuries in an unexpected situation.
Consider the example of our recent exploration to Mysore, India. Gracing the top of our "to-see" list was the Mysore Palace, a sight of architectural beauty with heavy British influence that hosts the center of Mysore's individuality as an Indian city. Our tour there would be for some of us our favorite memory of long weekend exploration.
Greeted by a special tour guide and the tourists office of the Palace, we immediately knew that something was different. By initially being taken behind the tour rope, we were once again being given special treatment, which we were not going to complain about.
But then something happened... During the tour guide's explanation of golden encrusted throne that was used during royal processions on elephants, a crowd of native people gathered behind us to perhaps participate in the personal tour we were receiving. The only problem was that we were blocking their view of the glass encased throne, so naturally they begin to complain in what I assumed to be Kanada (the local language of Karnataka.)
However, quickly our tour guide stopped in the middle of his presentation addressed the situation by claiming that we were "Foreign Delicates." Yes, that is what he said.
We assumed that his description of us was in some sort of defense of why were being given a special tour that was protruding on the general tour of Mysore natives. Whatever the reason may be, we have decided to embrace our title.
Yes, we are foreign delicates.