1. being followed down the street for several blocks by an infamous local “crazy” man on my way home. As he waved his arms, shouting and dancing, onlookers laughed while I understood nothing and shrugged.
2. being called “Lady Shakira” around the neighborhood. I am not sure who started the trend, but the men who hang out on the street next to mine have decided that this is my name.
3. trying to explain American Easter traditions to my host family last weekend. “Well, first we boil eggs. Then we decorate them using dye. In the middle of the night, a giant, imaginary bunny comes and hides them all around and brings candy…etc.” It’s at moments like these that I realize how amazing cross-cultural exchange is. We’re all ridiculous in our own ways.