It's the little things, like...
...buying eggs by the tens, not by the dozens...and, of course, having to wash the chicken poop off at home;
...seeing beer on the menu at McDonalds;
...walking down the road and shaking trees for apples to eat;
...realizing that throwing a frisbee and kicking a soccer ball are universal languages;
...learning that "merge" means "turn steering wheel and honk."
I find that I love this country for many of its oddities and quirks. As I get to know people here, I am really starting to understand and love them, though I have a long way to go on both those counts. I am not sure many Romanians are all that easy to get to know, and the fact that I don't speak their language isn't helping any. I am getting there, though. Just got my visa papers filed today. I had to prove to them that I did not need a translator for the form I was signing, so my language teacher told me what the form would say before we went in. I felt so smart.