Being in collectivistic culture and coming from an individualistic culture has allowed me to let go of possessive vocabulary. “My” does not belong in a culture where sharing is the norm. The food portions here are really big, and I had not understood why until I realized that food is supposed to be shared. Most restaurants offer a small plate, which I thought was for appetizers, but I started to use them to get a share of the food that I and my friends ordered. On metros, in lines, or just outside, there is no such thing as “personal space.” Letting go of what I believe is mine has been an adjustment, but an intriguing one. I enjoy being a small part of something bigger than what appears.
Enjoy some photos from my trip to the Olympic Park!
