It's a Small World After All

As we began our descent into SFO, the skys were clear and we had great views of the coast, the Golden Gate Bridge and the city of San Francisco. We landed and I made my way over to customs. The customs official kept looking at my form, flipping through my passport and looking up at me like he was puzzled. What did I do wrong? Finally he asked, "You went to all these countries by yourself?!" I smiled and told him I was mostly with a group. He wasn't satisfied with this answer. Then he looked at my birthday on my passport and said, "Oh, you're over 21." He thought I was much younger than I am so when he saw my age, he was finally okay with my trip and let me through. I collected my backpack from the baggage claim and exited the area. I bought some water at a cafe. At the same cafe were two monks in robes enjoying hot beverages. In this day and age, the whole world is Same Same. But different.