I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport waiting for my flight to Louisville. First observations upon return:
Americans are TALLER… and fatter than Chileans.
There’s much more diversity here. I find myself staring at anyone who doesn’t have dark hair… which is a lot of staring.
It smells good… weird, but it smells familiar.
First transaction: bought Newsweek. American money felt funny… it isn’t nearly colorful enough. It’s kind of dull.
English also feels strange on my tongue. I find myself pausing for a second before responding to customs officers or the man at the newsstand. My instinct is to respond in Spanish, but then I realize they addressed me in English and I should respond in kind.
It's much louder here. I can understand everything everyone is saying on all sides of me.
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