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Culture Shock

Now I know many of you have heard that word before. But do you really know what it means? Culture shock is the feeling of disorientation experienced by someone who is suddenly subjected to an unfamiliar culture, way of life, or set of attitudes. We missionary kids experience that and so much more. (Just not in the way you think) We experience culture shock coming to the place you call home. America, that word holds excitment and dread all at the same time. Excitment - because we will see our family and meet new friends. Dread - because we will be leaving our home and everything that we know as normal. I would just like to share a couple funny stories when me and my sibilings experienced culture shock in America:)!

Heaters- Living in a tropical country, we never have the need for heaters. Therefore, we had no clue what they were until one day when we were flying back from the Philippines. It was cold outside, and we were all wearing short sleeve t-shirts. My little sister was concerned about being cold inside ithe airport. So my mom told her that there are heaters in America. Innocently, my little sister looked up at my mom and asked "What's a heater?" :)) (you should have seen all the stares we got;)

Hot Water From the Tap- We were in the states for furlough, and at the time, we were staying at my Grandma's house. My grandma had beautiful plants all around her house, and she watered them everyday. So, when she asked us to water them, we were really excited. My brother went to fill up the watering can, and we waited by the door. We didn't wait long, and he got there with his watering can full of steaming hot water. Right as we were walking out the door, my grandma saw us. (OOPS:)

Needless to say, we emptied out the can of hot water and refilled it with some cold water:)

Staring at People- One time, me and my sibilings were in a mall, and we had stopped so our parents could use the restroom. When they returned, they found all three of us kids staring through a Chili's window at a man eating his lunch:) I think we made him uncomfortable becuase he kept getting redder and redder. You see, in the Philippines, staring is not rude at all. If you see anyone white, it is almost expected that you stare:) hehe our mistake:)

I hope you have enjoyed this little post. Please feel free to comment....I love to hear from my readers!

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