Cultural Shock

I'm officially back in Montreal - since 2 days now - but my friends say that my behavior is strange... I tell them that I just returned from Brasil...

Getting ready to go to the grocery store, my roomate asked me why I was putting my Havaianas on when the temperature was below 0...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that I had forgotten how to tie up my shoes...

He asked me why I was walking in the ponds...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that walking there involved walking on the beach - or in the water...

He also asked me why I was putting some sunblock on when it was not even sunny...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that over there, we don't only get sunburns, but also moonburns...

At the grocery store, my roomate asked me why I was buying all those beans...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that I had started to love them... (on rice)

Later at the bar, my friends asked me why I had ordered one beer and 4 glasses...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that I was used to big beers... (the size that makes you unable to keep track of how much you drink...)

Watching the hockey game, he asked me why I was cheering for Brasil...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that we could get killed if we did otherwise...

He asked me why I had ordered a glass of window cleaner...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that the waiter didn't really know what cachaça was - so I asked the closest thing to it... (just kidding)

Leaving the bar, he asked me why I had said 'bisous' to the waitress...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that the people there send kisses everytime they leave someone...

After the bar, he asked me why I didn't want to stop at Subway...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that asking for a simple sandwich used to involve too much talking...

Then I showed him a 'grease' and he looked at me strangely saying that it was a store for second hand books...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that this was what it was called there but in portuguese... cebo... for the grease that the previous readers had left on each page of each book...

Back home, he asked me why there wasn't any steam after I had taken a shower...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and that I had a new reflex taking cold showers...

Then he asked me who I was sending messages to when I could just call my friends...

I told him I had just returned from Brasil and there were people who were missing me a lot - so I had to do something for them...

Now, I ask myself why am I still writing in this blog?

I have just returned from Brasil... but I want the story to continue...

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