I’m in Boston for the week… apparently I’m having trouble adjusting.
- My instincts are now to spell “Culture Shock” as “Culture Schock”… even trying to type it correctly results in my typing Sc[BACKSPACE]hock.
- I’m no longer used to the roads (potholes, disregard for speed limit, poorly planned streets).
- I realize that I just don’t talk when I’m in Switzerland. When I’ve been out to eat in the evenings here I’ve noticed that I don’t really talk to the people I deal with day-to-day. When waiters ask me questions, I usually nod. I point to menu items. Oddly, I realize that I don’t particularly mind this except when reminded of it here.