Just got back from Guam (weekend trip) and thought I'd mention how strange it was.

I mean, I went with a cheapo Japanese travel agency that gave us a fabulous airplane/hotel deal.

I even chose Guam because I would be traveling with my inlaws and wanted a place that would mostly speak Japanese.

but...

god, can you say "capitalist pigs" with me? My entire hotel was Japanese people, staffed by Chamorro/native Guamian people. The difference was so obvious it felt very weird. I got chatted up by like every hotel staffer I met (I know all the children's names of about 6 women who work there now). I wonder if it was because I was an English speaker and they felt like "at last, someone I can be chatty with!"

It makes me uncomfortable to go to resort hotels for the reason that it makes me feel like a conspicuous consumptive rich b*tch every time. Not that I am so rich, nor the hotel staffers so poor, just that the situation makes me feel that way.

Things are overpriced at the hotel, but I pay anyway because I am there and the inconvenience of going offsite just for a can of mango juice is extreme. Yet, doesn't this willingness (and ability) to pay for the overpriced drink just make me culpable a little? I don't know.

Actually, I had fun. Don't get me wrong. Just fun laced with unease.