An esoteric observation: Those who have lived in another culture have that moment of “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Todo.” And, even after living in several different countries and cities around the globe, that feeling hit today.
I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but it’s a feeling of helplessness (it does pass). You get tired of pointing at things on a menu; you get tired of struggling to do simple things; you get tired of not actually knowing where you are and/or how to get where you want to go. Everything smells different (not bad, just different). (Trust me, this even happens in Washington, DC – or Jonesboro?)
The light is different, the sounds are different. But then, all of a sudden, you’re there. You know which bus takes you to where you want to go, which street connects to which street, what to order at the restaurant, where to find things. OK, I’m through. But really, it does even happen in DC. Thoughts?