Reverse culture shock. I’ve taught classes with this topic highlighted, but never imagined that I’d be a victim of it. Or for so long. That’s what I feel like . . . a victim of reverse culture shock. It’s my home culture, but I’m often left walking around scratching my head. You should see my hair afterward. What a mess.
Have no fear. I am NOT going to make an exhaustive list comparing Europe to the U.S. It would take days. Or better yet, it would take daze. Although, I am constantly comparing things in my head, you know . . . to myself, or to my dearest, beloved hubby (who just cannot get enough of my yammering). Sometimes I wish I spoke yiddish, so I could really play the part.
Back to our regular scheduled post . . .
I am getting the hang of grocery shopping at our gigantic grocery store. Okay! I was just about to get the hang of it! I was just telling Tristan that it only takes me just over an hour now, to shop for a week’s worth of food. To my horror & chagrin, I realized that they are rearranging the store! I even asked a stocker if it was true and he confirmed it. There you have it folks, directly from the store worker – to me – to you. However, I did learn that there are store maps available (but now they’ll be outdated).
Just when I was getting better at grocery shopping, things change. Grrrrr.
There is one more thing that I feel I must share and it is about driving.
Driving is very different here. American drivers make me nervous. I know, I am an American driver. Matt is an American driver. I am including both of us in this gross generalization.
Drives like Morgan Freeman in Driving Miss Daisy. (Oh wait, that’s me!)
And it appears that running red lights has become a new sport. Oh, yes it has. Those big cameras on the corners of intersections say so!
I think I deserve a senior citizen discount just for driving like I’m 80 and wandering around the store for hours. Doesn’t that count for something? I’ll even dye my hair purple if that helps.
Watch out for crazy drivers and people that look lost in the grocery store. It could be me.
Culture shockingly yours,