I arrived in England a few days ago, and while I haven’t experienced reverse culture shock in coming back to the western world, I’ve been intensely aware of the differences here.
The first time that Josh and I got out of the Jakarta area was when we went to Bandung on Christmas. We’d just spent a morning trekking around a volcano when our driver suggested that we make a stop at the nearby tea plantation.
I’m a big fan of naming every single event that I happen to experience in my life. I think it started with my study-abroad travels where I labeled every journey I went on. Or perhaps I inherited it from a certain family member who has always seemed to enjoy cleverly-named activities as much as I now do. (You know who you are, Grammy!)