Can I Get You Another Margarita?
The baggage handler outside the hotel graciously loaded her bags into my Volkswagon. Sarah, no doubt as flustered as I was by the chivalry of a man, simply responded with a "ta".
Considering how commonplace a "thank you" is in normal, every day interaction, it took me an exceptionally long time to realize, while I was living in Australia, that "ta" actually MEANS "thank you", and that it wasn't just me feeling that everyone was so anxious to say goodbye. It was quickly unlearned when I returned home.
The adorable luggage boy had opened her door for her to climb in, and she bid him another "ta".
"It doesn't translate," I frankly disclosed once we were underway to the airport. "Ta. He probably thought you were just saying farewell."
Which is a beautiful way to end a lovely morning together of ceviche, margaritas, and some desperately needed time for our souls to intermingle.
Australia is too far away, darling. Love you.
Considering how commonplace a "thank you" is in normal, every day interaction, it took me an exceptionally long time to realize, while I was living in Australia, that "ta" actually MEANS "thank you", and that it wasn't just me feeling that everyone was so anxious to say goodbye. It was quickly unlearned when I returned home.
The adorable luggage boy had opened her door for her to climb in, and she bid him another "ta".
"It doesn't translate," I frankly disclosed once we were underway to the airport. "Ta. He probably thought you were just saying farewell."
Which is a beautiful way to end a lovely morning together of ceviche, margaritas, and some desperately needed time for our souls to intermingle.
Australia is too far away, darling. Love you.