For example, they didn’t even flinch at the nude beaches in Croatia.
But in Morocco, where women were covered from head to toe, it was a little different story.
As we stood to exit the plane in the ancient walled-in city of Fez, I noticed Curly was about to walk right by a woman in a full burqa, including black mesh over her eyes.
In my head, I begged him, “Please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything!”
But as he passed her, he flinched. There was no doubt, he noticed her big time.
“Mom!” my 6-year-old yelled.
I tried to usher him past. “Keep walking, Bud.”
He nodded his head toward the woman, in the most unsubtle way possible.
“Shh, keep going.”
But I just couldn’t keep him quiet.
“I just saw a real…”
I shushed, helpless.