Wal-Mart scares me. I almost had I panic attack the last time I went in.
I just need a banana. I don’t want to go to a supermarket. I want to walk around the corner to a fruteria and pick it up for 10 cents.
I am craving the norms of what was my life in Buenos Aires.
And I am freaking out a bit. So I am staying under my down comforter until spring. Wake me up with the temperature breaks 50.
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WOW, Welcome Home
yay! revese culture shock only means that you were deep enough into another culture to forget yours for a while.
i'm not saying that wal-mart is your cultre... but you get what i mean :P
Hey, why go back to Fahrenheit? Stick with Celsius! Now I have to check what 50 F means in Celsius... :-) Hope everything is well at your lovely home.
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