There was one instance where I knew I had come dangerously close to crossing an invisible line. I innocently asked a question of the assembled tourists and international workers known as expatriates, or expats. The chill I felt was stunning, and I immediately realized what I had done.
My friends roll their eyes when I head to some exotic locale, knowing I'll come back in full local drag. After India I wore turbans, after Egypt, caftans, and now back from Dubai, I'm obsessed with the kandura, a traditional white robe worn by Middle Eastern men.