Americana!

So, my cousin gave me a San Francisco 49ers hat before I left. I decided to wear it today on my walk to class because it is upwards of 100 degrees I'm sure. Bad idea. The hollers of "Americana!!" And the whistles were almost constant, as was the young lady who actually walked up to me to ask if I were a tourist or if I lived here. I rarely hear that unless I'm with a white volunteer. I guess I didn't realize just how constant that can be. Believe it or not, as long as I don't say much, I can pass for Dominican. And if not Dominican, I at least have the ability to look close enough to attract attention. That is until I throw on my shiny red cap that screams "MERICA!"