The Holiday Season is upon us. Usually we are used to this beginning with Thanksgiving the last Thursday of November, however, living in an international household this year we celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving tonight.
Tammy cooked all weekend preparing us a traditional Thanksgiving meal that she would have if she was back in Canada. Her meal consisted of chicken, mashed potatoes (one with cheese, one without), rice, chicken rice, meatballs, Yorkshire pudding, peroggies, green bean casserole, salad, roasted carrots, and of course gravy. For dessert we had chocolate trifle, raspberry trifle, and a berry jello. Everything was amazing.
Tammy’s dad is of Polish descent and both parents were born and raised in England. Our Thanksgiving resembled American Thanksgiving with a Polish and English twist to it. Yorkshire pudding is a typical dish in England and peroggies are a typical Polish dish.
All 5 of the volunteers came as well as some staff from Charis House, people from church. It was a packed house with close to 20 people for dinner. We went around and said one thing that we’re thankful for. The particular one I chose was Facebook so that I can easily keep in touch with all my friends back home. But I’m thankful for many other things. Like email, phone cards, care packages, wireless internet, MacBooks, webcams, myspace, new friends, old friends, family, new family, my boyfriend, comforts of home, the ability to try new things, God, music, pictures, laughs, smiles, sunshine, and many more things that makes life worth being thankful for.
I’m looking forward to sharing American Thanksgiving with my new friends and family next month!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorkshire_pudding
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierogi
Monday, October 8, 2007
This Week's Activities
This past week has been a very fun week for me, with almost always something to do. Last Sunday Amy and I went to the Opera House to see the European Ballet perform Coppelia. It was great seeing a ballet not on TV or the LCCB’s The Nutcracker. This is the first live ballet that I have ever seen that was not performed by the Las Cruces Chamber Ballet. It was a great experience, but still a little strange.
Tuesday I joined Naomi and Tammy for an aerobics class. This was the first time I’ve ever done aerobics and I had so much fun. It reminded me of the jazz class I took in high school—but slightly different. The name of the class is Bums and Tums Madness (or something to that effect). I was fairly sore the next day, and even more sore by Thursday.
Wednesday night we had a dinner party at Debbie and Keith’s flat. They are co-founders and part of the management team for Good News Family Care. They are one of the family’s that live in Charis House. They had all five volunteers for dinner and various other people associated with us and GNFC for dinner. Debbie made curry with a lot of other things I’ve never had before and everything was delicious!
Friday night the leader’s of Little Fishes (the mom/toddler group I work with) and I had dinner at Nicola’s. We had Chinese take-away and talked about the group and planned for the rest of the year. I am now in charge of finding crafts for the children to do that are associated with the week’s Bible story. I’m really looking forward to that since that was always one of my favorite things about teaching Sunday school. It was a nice meeting, but a little awkward since I am the only single/non-mother in the group. But I can always appreciate a funny story about little ones.
Saturday night I went out with my new English friends: Tammy, Lisa, Jo, and Naomi. I had an experience last night that I’ve never encountered in England. Or Europe. I was carded. I’ve never had to show ID when ordering a drink before. The manager said that since I look like I’m younger than 21, she needs to see ID. I find this odd because the legal drinking age in England is 18. We noticed that Naomi, who just turned 18 in September was not carded. When I presented my NM driver’s license the manager said that she would accept it this time, but she really shouldn’t since it’s not British. I really should show my passport. But following that logic: my passport isn’t British so why would that be acceptable?
Each Sunday for about the next 10 weeks I will be taking part in an Alpha Course. It was started in London as a basic Christianity course for “baby Christians”. It has now spread worldwide. Buxton Community Church does this course whenever necessary. We were invited to take part in the course. It basically covers the basics of being a Christian. We were given a ride to Tim and Beryl’s in a 1950’s sports car. That was exciting. But don’t ask me what kind of car it was. I’d never heard the name before, but it was made only in the 50’s and only in Britain.
It was a fun-filled week and I’m looking forward to more!
Tuesday I joined Naomi and Tammy for an aerobics class. This was the first time I’ve ever done aerobics and I had so much fun. It reminded me of the jazz class I took in high school—but slightly different. The name of the class is Bums and Tums Madness (or something to that effect). I was fairly sore the next day, and even more sore by Thursday.
Wednesday night we had a dinner party at Debbie and Keith’s flat. They are co-founders and part of the management team for Good News Family Care. They are one of the family’s that live in Charis House. They had all five volunteers for dinner and various other people associated with us and GNFC for dinner. Debbie made curry with a lot of other things I’ve never had before and everything was delicious!
Friday night the leader’s of Little Fishes (the mom/toddler group I work with) and I had dinner at Nicola’s. We had Chinese take-away and talked about the group and planned for the rest of the year. I am now in charge of finding crafts for the children to do that are associated with the week’s Bible story. I’m really looking forward to that since that was always one of my favorite things about teaching Sunday school. It was a nice meeting, but a little awkward since I am the only single/non-mother in the group. But I can always appreciate a funny story about little ones.
Saturday night I went out with my new English friends: Tammy, Lisa, Jo, and Naomi. I had an experience last night that I’ve never encountered in England. Or Europe. I was carded. I’ve never had to show ID when ordering a drink before. The manager said that since I look like I’m younger than 21, she needs to see ID. I find this odd because the legal drinking age in England is 18. We noticed that Naomi, who just turned 18 in September was not carded. When I presented my NM driver’s license the manager said that she would accept it this time, but she really shouldn’t since it’s not British. I really should show my passport. But following that logic: my passport isn’t British so why would that be acceptable?
Each Sunday for about the next 10 weeks I will be taking part in an Alpha Course. It was started in London as a basic Christianity course for “baby Christians”. It has now spread worldwide. Buxton Community Church does this course whenever necessary. We were invited to take part in the course. It basically covers the basics of being a Christian. We were given a ride to Tim and Beryl’s in a 1950’s sports car. That was exciting. But don’t ask me what kind of car it was. I’d never heard the name before, but it was made only in the 50’s and only in Britain.
It was a fun-filled week and I’m looking forward to more!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
TFG Orientation Conference
This week was my Time for God Orientation conference. It was held at Cliffs College near Sheffield, about 30 minutes away from Buxton. In past years they have done these orientation sessions almost immediately upon arrival and then the volunteers are sent to their placements. This year they decided to change this process since we come from America with a week on orientation to a week in England for orientation. They both have their advantages. At this point I was able to have a better understanding of what I’m doing, and not doing, and can talk to my TFG field officer about specific concerns. But on the other hand some information that I learned this week would have been more beneficial a month ago rather than now.
Time for God is a British charity that helps young Christians from around the world find a placement for a year of volunteering. At my conference there were volunteers from Germany, Hungary, Uganda, Sweden, Belgium, South Korea, and four of the YAGMs. It was nice to be re-united with some of the YAGMs but it was even better to meet people from around the world.
It also helped to talk about culture shock, even though it isn’t as significant for the Americans as it might be for the Africans or Asians, it still is culture shock. It was good to learn the signs of culture shock and I began to realize that my difficult week last week could easily be attributed to culture shock.
One thing I noticed at the conference was the age of the volunteers. Most were 20 and younger doing this “gap” year before starting university. I find it very interesting that in Europe it is more common to do this at the post-high school age and in the US it is more common to do it at the post-college age.
Oddly enough it was comforting being around the Germans. When they learned that I spoke German many asked why I didn’t want to serve in Germany. I explained to them that I felt it wouldn’t be as challenging for me since I have spent a significant amount of time there. It wouldn’t feel new and exciting. After realizing what a comfort it was to be around them I realized that Germany would have been relatively easy for me. I know the language, the culture, the history, the people. It made me very happy with my decision. I also met the very first German to not like Germany. He hopes to never return to Germany. I would say it’s safe to say that most Germans love their country and think it to be the greatest on the planet. I was so intrigued with Tom who hopes to live either in London or San Francisco after his year in Scotland.
Another aspect of week that excited me was getting money!!! They are having difficulties setting up our bank accounts and so most of us haven’t received our stipend for this month that we should have received on the 20th. They gave us half our stipend in cash and hopefully the other half will be put in our accounts in about 2 weeks. It was also helpful to get budgeting tips for the year. They had a lot of suggestions that seem now like common sense that I’d never even considered before.
Overall it was a nice getaway from Buxton and was good to see old YAGM friends and make new TFG friends. It was slightly frustrating to be getting orientation information almost a month after our arrival in England, since the information I had already mostly figured out already. But I’m now looking forward to our mid-year retreat in Wales in January!!!
Time for God is a British charity that helps young Christians from around the world find a placement for a year of volunteering. At my conference there were volunteers from Germany, Hungary, Uganda, Sweden, Belgium, South Korea, and four of the YAGMs. It was nice to be re-united with some of the YAGMs but it was even better to meet people from around the world.
It also helped to talk about culture shock, even though it isn’t as significant for the Americans as it might be for the Africans or Asians, it still is culture shock. It was good to learn the signs of culture shock and I began to realize that my difficult week last week could easily be attributed to culture shock.
One thing I noticed at the conference was the age of the volunteers. Most were 20 and younger doing this “gap” year before starting university. I find it very interesting that in Europe it is more common to do this at the post-high school age and in the US it is more common to do it at the post-college age.
Oddly enough it was comforting being around the Germans. When they learned that I spoke German many asked why I didn’t want to serve in Germany. I explained to them that I felt it wouldn’t be as challenging for me since I have spent a significant amount of time there. It wouldn’t feel new and exciting. After realizing what a comfort it was to be around them I realized that Germany would have been relatively easy for me. I know the language, the culture, the history, the people. It made me very happy with my decision. I also met the very first German to not like Germany. He hopes to never return to Germany. I would say it’s safe to say that most Germans love their country and think it to be the greatest on the planet. I was so intrigued with Tom who hopes to live either in London or San Francisco after his year in Scotland.
Another aspect of week that excited me was getting money!!! They are having difficulties setting up our bank accounts and so most of us haven’t received our stipend for this month that we should have received on the 20th. They gave us half our stipend in cash and hopefully the other half will be put in our accounts in about 2 weeks. It was also helpful to get budgeting tips for the year. They had a lot of suggestions that seem now like common sense that I’d never even considered before.
Overall it was a nice getaway from Buxton and was good to see old YAGM friends and make new TFG friends. It was slightly frustrating to be getting orientation information almost a month after our arrival in England, since the information I had already mostly figured out already. But I’m now looking forward to our mid-year retreat in Wales in January!!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Being Entertained, British Style
Last weekend was a very fun weekend for me. In the midst of bouts of homesickness I found fun ways to keep myself occupied.
Friday night after finishing up at the Charis House I went over to Lisa’s flat for the English premiere of Disney’s High School Musical 2. I had never been a fan of HSM until coming to England and watching the first one a few weeks ago. I think I’m more taken with it given it takes place in Albuquerque. The second installment of the tween movie was set at a country club in Disney’s Albuquerque. Although it wasn’t an exact replica of “real” Albuquerque, it was close enough for me to really miss the desert. My friends were asking me if the sky was really that blue in NM saying it looked fake. Then they laughed that I was stuck in Buxton where the sky is gray most the time.
Sunday morning while preparing tea and coffee before worship, one young teenage girl was asking me if American high schools were really like that. I was entertained of the idealism that young teenagers have and their impressions of the U.S. based on TV and movies.
Saturday afternoon I went to my first Buxton Christians football (soccer) game. I’ve only been to a handful of football (soccer) games back home. Although I’m not a huge fan, it is something I’m hoping to develop over the year. I went to the game with some WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends) of the team. Before heading to the game we went to Sarah’s house (Queen WAG) for tea and cake. Tammy explained to me that there are some women in Britain that aspire to be a WAG—for a professional footballer. It is an interesting sub-culture I’m hoping to learn more about. Tammy said that it might be possible for me to become an honary WAG since I won’t be dating one of the footballers.
Saturday night, Amy and I went to the Buxton Opera House to see a production on Annie. It has been several years since I’ve seen the story of Little Orphan Annie and I was impressed to see all the historical references contained in the musical. I am interested in knowing what other Brits thought of the musical since it is so “American”. There was a joke made about Babe Ruth and I was the only one in the entire theater to laugh. It’s funny that some things don’t translate, even in the “same language”. This weekend Amy and I are hoping to see the ballet Coppelia at the Opera House.
Sunday night we were offered tickets to see a movie in the Old Hall Hotel Pauper’s Pit Theater. They have a very intimate theater where they show movies every Sunday. A couple from church had the bought the tickets and weren’t able to go that night and gave them to us. This week they showed “The Last King of Scotland”. It was a very powerful and heavy movie. I recommend it for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Walking home from the theater I had a thought. Why is it that the British are able to criticize every mistake that the US’s foreign policy makes when they have made the same mistakes in their history. It really frustrates me and makes me a little angry. I’m not saying that our government and foreign policy is perfect or faultless, but the Bible verse from Matthew 7:4-5, “How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” comes to mind.
I have also become very interested in a British soap opera called HollyOaks that is on weeknights at 6:30pm.
Friday night after finishing up at the Charis House I went over to Lisa’s flat for the English premiere of Disney’s High School Musical 2. I had never been a fan of HSM until coming to England and watching the first one a few weeks ago. I think I’m more taken with it given it takes place in Albuquerque. The second installment of the tween movie was set at a country club in Disney’s Albuquerque. Although it wasn’t an exact replica of “real” Albuquerque, it was close enough for me to really miss the desert. My friends were asking me if the sky was really that blue in NM saying it looked fake. Then they laughed that I was stuck in Buxton where the sky is gray most the time.
Sunday morning while preparing tea and coffee before worship, one young teenage girl was asking me if American high schools were really like that. I was entertained of the idealism that young teenagers have and their impressions of the U.S. based on TV and movies.
Saturday afternoon I went to my first Buxton Christians football (soccer) game. I’ve only been to a handful of football (soccer) games back home. Although I’m not a huge fan, it is something I’m hoping to develop over the year. I went to the game with some WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends) of the team. Before heading to the game we went to Sarah’s house (Queen WAG) for tea and cake. Tammy explained to me that there are some women in Britain that aspire to be a WAG—for a professional footballer. It is an interesting sub-culture I’m hoping to learn more about. Tammy said that it might be possible for me to become an honary WAG since I won’t be dating one of the footballers.
Saturday night, Amy and I went to the Buxton Opera House to see a production on Annie. It has been several years since I’ve seen the story of Little Orphan Annie and I was impressed to see all the historical references contained in the musical. I am interested in knowing what other Brits thought of the musical since it is so “American”. There was a joke made about Babe Ruth and I was the only one in the entire theater to laugh. It’s funny that some things don’t translate, even in the “same language”. This weekend Amy and I are hoping to see the ballet Coppelia at the Opera House.
Sunday night we were offered tickets to see a movie in the Old Hall Hotel Pauper’s Pit Theater. They have a very intimate theater where they show movies every Sunday. A couple from church had the bought the tickets and weren’t able to go that night and gave them to us. This week they showed “The Last King of Scotland”. It was a very powerful and heavy movie. I recommend it for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Walking home from the theater I had a thought. Why is it that the British are able to criticize every mistake that the US’s foreign policy makes when they have made the same mistakes in their history. It really frustrates me and makes me a little angry. I’m not saying that our government and foreign policy is perfect or faultless, but the Bible verse from Matthew 7:4-5, “How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” comes to mind.
I have also become very interested in a British soap opera called HollyOaks that is on weeknights at 6:30pm.
Being on the Wrong Side
I've mentioned that I'm having difficulty crossing the roads in England due to the English driving on the wrong side of the roads. Over the past week or so I've discovered some new problems with being on the wrong side.
When walking on the sidewalk it is quite a disconcerting feeling the hear/feel and car come whizzing up behind you with no more than 3 feet from your precious body to the metal cage.
The worst one is however being in the car. It is still a very odd feeling to be in the front seat on the drivers side but having no control over the car's movements, since you are actually in the front seat on the passengers side. This uncomfortable feeling is made worse by being on the wrong side of the road. I am constantly expecting on-coming traffic to hit us head-on since my car is in the wrong lane. And then I realize that we are all on the wrong side and if we all stay on the wrong side we shouldn't have any major collisions. But with all these complications of being on the wrong side combined with the narrow and winding roads though the British country-side leads to a queesy feeling in the tummy.
Normally I am not one to get car-sick. In fact putting me in the car was the only way my parents could get me to sleep and now that I'm older being in the car has always been a soothing sensation. That was until you put me on the wrong side. Even a 20 minute drive through the country-side is enough for me to regret eating breakfast.
I recommend bringing dramamine before any adventures on the wrong side.
When walking on the sidewalk it is quite a disconcerting feeling the hear/feel and car come whizzing up behind you with no more than 3 feet from your precious body to the metal cage.
The worst one is however being in the car. It is still a very odd feeling to be in the front seat on the drivers side but having no control over the car's movements, since you are actually in the front seat on the passengers side. This uncomfortable feeling is made worse by being on the wrong side of the road. I am constantly expecting on-coming traffic to hit us head-on since my car is in the wrong lane. And then I realize that we are all on the wrong side and if we all stay on the wrong side we shouldn't have any major collisions. But with all these complications of being on the wrong side combined with the narrow and winding roads though the British country-side leads to a queesy feeling in the tummy.
Normally I am not one to get car-sick. In fact putting me in the car was the only way my parents could get me to sleep and now that I'm older being in the car has always been a soothing sensation. That was until you put me on the wrong side. Even a 20 minute drive through the country-side is enough for me to regret eating breakfast.
I recommend bringing dramamine before any adventures on the wrong side.
Monday, September 24, 2007
I'll Just Go and Put the Kettle On
It’s a very well known stereotype that the British drink. I have learned that it’s a fact that the British drink a lot of. I tried to avoid the tea the first couple of days. I’ve been a fan of tea since high school, but only herbal tea. Herbal tea is not readily available here. I had my first cup one day after induction at Charis House. It wasn’t near as spectacular as I had imagined.
So I tried to avoid them for a few more days. At Charis House it’s expected that at least someone will ask you if you want something to drink, usually tea or instant coffee, at least once a day. I finally broke down and asked for a cup of tea. With milk and sugar.
It’s still not that good. I really don’t understand why people drink it all the time. It lacks taste for the most part and is relatively unhealthy.
Then it dawned on me that tea is something that the British see as bringing comfort. If it’s cold and dreary outside, the solution is tea. If you’re having a bad day the solution is tea. If the plumbing in your house has gone out the solution is tea. To any problem that the British face the first likely solution is to have a cup of tea.
In any social setting the first thing done is to put the kettle on. Everyone has their own preference for their tea. I have yet to see anyone not have their tea with milk. Some adding one sugar; some adding two sugars; and others having no sugar. I have mine with milk and two sugars (sorry Mommy!).
One of my church responsibilities is to prepare the tea before church every Sunday. One of my unofficial duties at the Charis House is to get drinks. I’ve noticed that every good host/hostess offers a cup of tea almost immediately after crossing the threshold into their house.
This past week was a difficult one for me. The weather was cold and rainy—by far the worst it’s been since our arrival. I was missing things at home and just overall homesick. Tammy’s solution was to fix me tea. I was hoping that maybe there could possibly be some Hogwarts magic is a cup of tea, but I was let down. It doesn’t help.
But having a cup of tea does warm you up when you’re chilled to the bone. It does give you something to do when working in the office has left you bored. It does substitute for a late-night snack. And most importantly it has become the staple to all social gatherings.
So maybe the simple cup of British tea does have its charms after all.
So I tried to avoid them for a few more days. At Charis House it’s expected that at least someone will ask you if you want something to drink, usually tea or instant coffee, at least once a day. I finally broke down and asked for a cup of tea. With milk and sugar.
It’s still not that good. I really don’t understand why people drink it all the time. It lacks taste for the most part and is relatively unhealthy.
Then it dawned on me that tea is something that the British see as bringing comfort. If it’s cold and dreary outside, the solution is tea. If you’re having a bad day the solution is tea. If the plumbing in your house has gone out the solution is tea. To any problem that the British face the first likely solution is to have a cup of tea.
In any social setting the first thing done is to put the kettle on. Everyone has their own preference for their tea. I have yet to see anyone not have their tea with milk. Some adding one sugar; some adding two sugars; and others having no sugar. I have mine with milk and two sugars (sorry Mommy!).
One of my church responsibilities is to prepare the tea before church every Sunday. One of my unofficial duties at the Charis House is to get drinks. I’ve noticed that every good host/hostess offers a cup of tea almost immediately after crossing the threshold into their house.
This past week was a difficult one for me. The weather was cold and rainy—by far the worst it’s been since our arrival. I was missing things at home and just overall homesick. Tammy’s solution was to fix me tea. I was hoping that maybe there could possibly be some Hogwarts magic is a cup of tea, but I was let down. It doesn’t help.
But having a cup of tea does warm you up when you’re chilled to the bone. It does give you something to do when working in the office has left you bored. It does substitute for a late-night snack. And most importantly it has become the staple to all social gatherings.
So maybe the simple cup of British tea does have its charms after all.
Thoughts for September (from Newsletter)
As promised, I will be sending out monthly newsletters to keep everyone informed of what my life is like across the pond. I’m hoping that these newsletters will give you a good idea of what I’m doing, what I’m learning, people I’m meeting, and what God is doing in my life and the lives of those around me.
I’m hoping that’ll I have these done around the 15th of each month and obviously I’ve missed my first deadline.
I’m still adjusting to a new lifestyle. Everyone person that I live with and work with are absolutely wonderful ensuring that I’ve settled in okay and adjusting to life in small-town-England. And I have settled in much better than I had even expected. I know that the novelty and excitement of everything will eventually wear off, but I’m surrounded by wonderful people, which is very comforting.
I’m looking forward to the year to come, the new adventures I’ll have, the people I’ll make, the things I’ll learn and the relationships I’ll build.
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The end of August and September has been a time adjustment. It’s an ongoing process.
I’ve had to adjust to the weather. On average the temperature is about 30 degrees colder than current temperatures in Las Cruces. Sweaters and sweatshirts have been my daily attire occasionally adding my new pink rain jacket and polka-dotted umbrella to the ensemble.
Then there is the complication of the English driving on the wrong side of the road. It throws me off every single time. In Manchester they painted “look left” at the crosswalks. I wish these reminders were all over! I end up looking lift, right, left, right, left, right and left once more as I’m crossing.
Another major adjustment has been the language. I quickly discovered that British English might as well be a different language from American English. If I’m in a position where I can add lip-reading to listening I usually have no problems, but phone conversations are difficult. I ask the person to repeat things—a lot! I’m also getting vocabulary lessons quite often. I get teased about not speaking very good English.
Aside from the major differences, there have been the minor ones as well. It seems that everything is different from the envelopes to vacuums to using money. It’s a very humbling experience asking for help for simple things.
I’m hoping that’ll I have these done around the 15th of each month and obviously I’ve missed my first deadline.
I’m still adjusting to a new lifestyle. Everyone person that I live with and work with are absolutely wonderful ensuring that I’ve settled in okay and adjusting to life in small-town-England. And I have settled in much better than I had even expected. I know that the novelty and excitement of everything will eventually wear off, but I’m surrounded by wonderful people, which is very comforting.
I’m looking forward to the year to come, the new adventures I’ll have, the people I’ll make, the things I’ll learn and the relationships I’ll build.
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The end of August and September has been a time adjustment. It’s an ongoing process.
I’ve had to adjust to the weather. On average the temperature is about 30 degrees colder than current temperatures in Las Cruces. Sweaters and sweatshirts have been my daily attire occasionally adding my new pink rain jacket and polka-dotted umbrella to the ensemble.
Then there is the complication of the English driving on the wrong side of the road. It throws me off every single time. In Manchester they painted “look left” at the crosswalks. I wish these reminders were all over! I end up looking lift, right, left, right, left, right and left once more as I’m crossing.
Another major adjustment has been the language. I quickly discovered that British English might as well be a different language from American English. If I’m in a position where I can add lip-reading to listening I usually have no problems, but phone conversations are difficult. I ask the person to repeat things—a lot! I’m also getting vocabulary lessons quite often. I get teased about not speaking very good English.
Aside from the major differences, there have been the minor ones as well. It seems that everything is different from the envelopes to vacuums to using money. It’s a very humbling experience asking for help for simple things.
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