After being here for a few days, I have come to realize how much American culture has infiltrated this beautiful old city. Case in point: Silly Bandz (though offbrand) beng sold in an Indian shop near my flat. I have seen McDonalds, KFC, and Subway, and while out last night about 1/2 of the songs I heard are ones I would hear on KISS108 at home. In fact, on my way from the airport to my flat, the new B.E.P. song "The Time"was playing on the radio (which was promplty shut off by the old Scottish cabdriver after saying "What is this crap?").
Then again, trying to pick out laundry detergent was a large challenge (no Clorox or Tide here!), the time after noon always confuses me (it is currently 20:21) and I am constantly learning new lingo and looking both ways before I cross the street to avoid an accident. As one of my friends here said, "I'm sure that once I am comfortable with how everything here works, it will be time to go home".
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