Where y'all frum?

A most common question, it seems. Yesterday and today, clerks in stores, cashiers, gas attendants, it seemed everyone wanted to know if "Y'all on vacation?" and "Where y'all from?" Angie asked me why it was so obvious that we were not local. Well, Angie, perhaps it's the heat rash bumps and sun burn blisters across my chest. Then again, maybe it's the fact that between Colin's shoulders and my nose, we are peeling enough skin to make a purse and matching wallet. Or maybe it has something to do with how we get in the car, making sure our red hot backs don't rub against the seat. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that when something touches us accidentally, we whimper and cry because our sun burns, freshly acquired at the beach yesterday, still have that shiny and new feeling? But, I could be wrong...