I am the proud owner of yet another pair of Converse sneakers. This happened in Lima, when my limeña friend Giuliana looked somewhat disparagingly at my feet and said:
“You have to get another pair of shoes.”
I dismissed her thoughts at first, as I reasoned that I had brought a veritable shoe store with me to South America – a somewhat embarrassing collection of five, including:
- Hiking shoes
- Rubber thongs
- Black ballet flats
- Gold sandals
- And a pair of canvas somethings to slop about at home in.
Contemplating this shoe pile while packing, my shoulders had gotten a-talkin’. Not looking forward to carrying all of that crap for 12 months, they said (and I choose to imagine them addressing me in a Big Momma style voice):
“Come on sugar, there ain’t no need for that kinda packin’.”
But my girlie side called my shoulders weak. She reasoned that:
- Individually each pair of shoes was as light as light could be…
- Actually, I’d be wearing the hiking boots while on buses thus saving valuable space
- Besides, I needed options…
- And most importantly, how could I POSSIBLY be seen at a bar in hiking shoes?
My girlie side won. Although somewhere in Argentina my shoulders registered a small victory when I decided to do away with the quite-useless-really ballet flats. This caused my girlie side to suffer a small embolism when, upon throwing them, I was seen sporting the hikers in many, many a bar.
My obsession on this trip with reducing the contents of my back pack to only enough changes of clothing and underwear to keep me socially acceptable meant that I refused to pick up any new footwear from there on out – even if it made me look less like a farm girl in bars.
So when Chuli suggested that I was wanting for footwear, I was not convinced…yet was forced to concede (after a very structured debate on her part) that I could no longer go on looking like I’d just come in from baling hay and fooling around in barns with toothless young gentlemen called Billy Joe.
So the consumerist in me decided she was right and I will repeat her general sentiment thusly: One simply cannot be chunking about with only hiking shoes or about-to-break thongs to choose between.
I am now the proud owner of yet another pair of Converse. Peru marks the fifth country I’ve purchased Cons in; having already sent my Australian, Korean, Spanish and Moroccan babies off to early graves throughout the years. I’m damn well looking forward to wearing these newbies to death, though before I manage to, they’re getting their own back.
Not only am I the proud owner of a new pair of Chucks, but of several lovely, juicy blisters – contributed in that special way that new shoes are so fond of doing.
First world problems.