Talking to strangers

On a recent camping trip, I was spending some time washing dishes at the sink by the restrooms. As I washed I had a conversation with a nice man in a purple shirt. My husband saw me there as he was leaving the restrooms, chatting with someone he had met. (I guess people in campgrounds like to chat with strangers.)
Later in the day, my husband made reference to my "purple shirted friend," and then said "So you seemed to have a nice conversation with 'your purple shirted friend'. What is his name?" I told my husband that I didn't know his name. "Well, where did he say he was from?" Again, I said I didn't know.
My husband, thinking his wife was too shy to make friends, started in. "Honey, I talked with that German guy for about half the time you talked to 'your purple shirted friend' and I found out more information than you did! My German friend is from Stuttgart, Germany. His name is Ulee, and he is camping here with his wife Barbara and their daughter Eileen. Eileen is 8 and has beautiful blue eyes. You didn't even find out where the guy was from! What did you talk about that whole time?"
So I told him.
First, my purple shirted friend, (MPSF for short), saw me washing out a pan and asked if we had eaten scrambled eggs for breakfast. I said yes, making small talk--which from here on out I will leave out, because what I said wasn't half so interesting as what MPSF had to say.
I noticed he was unshaven and had longer grey hair under his straw hat. His purple shirt seemed to be linen or cotton, and it was embroidered along the button placket. It was tucked in on one side, but not the other. He sheepishly told me he was washing out a plastic water bottle that he had found in the trash. He laughed as if that was kind of silly.
He told me that he had been eating some goat cheese since he bought it in Wisconsin, and it still tasted good a week later, so he hoped it was still OK to eat.
He mentioned that he had eaten Limburger cheese once with his uncle who loved Limburger, but it was pretty bad.
I noticed he was wearing a Teva-type sandal on his left foot and a flip flop on his right foot. MPSF said that he had been bitten on his right ankle by a red ant and had made a poultice out of the red dirt to put on it, but that it didn't seem to be helping. He speculated that it was probably the kind of dirt that was the trouble, because last week he had made a mud poultice for a wasp sting that had worked very well.
I offered some salve I had back at camp which contained comfrey and lavender. MPSF said that comfrey was mostly for joint and bone pain, whereas arnica was for muscle pain. After the wasp sting he had gotten some no-sting stuff from a lady in Missouri, but she had only given him about a teaspoon worth, and he only had a few drops left. He should have asked for two teaspoons worth.
MPSF said he used to go to an ancient doctor. No one knew how old she was, she could be a hundred. He once asked her about the Breatharians. She said that most of them are dead, because you have to eat sometime ("Notice how she said that--most!")
He pointed to a natural stone arch in the distance and said "So is that what we're here for? That sort of thing?" I educated him a bit on Arches National Park and it's wondrous rock formations. I mentioned that years earlier we had taken some friends from Sweden to Arches and they had said that it looked like Mars.
MPSF said that he once saw a show about an exploration of the moons of one of the planets in our solar system that had volcanic activity very similar to earth's volcanic activity. The program said that the moon was basically blowing itself inside out. Isn't that an interesting concept? Perhaps the earth was blowing itself inside out, and if so, would that mean the earth was becoming hollow?
MPSF then said that this isn't something he talks about all the time. There are much more important things to talk about. It's like UFO's, although he believes they exist and has had his own experiences with them, it's not something to talk about all the time. However, the ancient people did tell stories about people who came out of holes in the earth, and scientists have not been able to conclusively prove that the earth is solid and not hollow.
About this time, I was finished washing my dishes, so we kind of wrapped up the conversation. I again invited him over to our campsite and gave him some topical ointment that might help his bite. He put it in the same brown bottle that had the few drops of no sting stuff in it. He said thanks and went on his way.
And no, honey, I didn't find out where he was from.