For Reals

I volunteer once a week, giving tours at my church (it's 300 years old and still the original building, yadda yadda, so it's really not that weird).

The other day I got my first totally bizarre question - a woman wanted to know if the graveyard outside was REAL.

I mean, we are in the middle of the historic/restored area so I kind of see how you might think everything is a reproduction but holy cow! It's like she thought we were the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland!! No lady, this here is a real church where real people come to worship. There are real dead people buried in the floor and also out in the churchyard.

Of course, today someone said "I don't want to offend you, but are you an American?" Um, yes. Yes I am. Please check out my lilting west coast accent.

I love it though - it's fun. Even if it is bewildering at times.