Confusão Cultural
I have been searching for an easy way to get back into the swing of blogging. It's never easy to sit down and plunk out a post after a long hiatus, and I wanted something simple and light to help start the words flowing again. Then I read this article about the personal changes that resulted from one man's time spent in other cultures, and realized, 'ah, yes! I could write about that!' So let this stand as the post to which I can refer my confused American friends when... I touch you. All. The. Time. If you want to talk to someone here, you usually walk up to them and grab their hand. Frequently, you don't let go until the conversation's over. If something funny happens, you clutch the hand of the person next to you and support each other as you rock back and forth in unrestrained laughter. It's not uncommon to see groups of friends walking down the road, holding hands. This whole touching thing was a difficult adjustment for me, and I used to con...