Today, January 1, 2013, marks exactly 17 weeks that I have
been living in Bulgaria. I’d say I’ve done a pretty good job of living here and
getting acclimated, however, there still are and always will be things that
prevent me from being seen as a Bulgarian.
· I can’t walk in heels (but I’m learning)
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I can’t walk on ice (not so much learning
happening in that area)
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I have dreads, which apparently not only pegs me
as a foreigner, but specifically American
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I have tattoos
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I try not to wear the color black too much, and
when I do, it’s usually paired with some brown
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I’m not fond of dressing up, especially to run
errands
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In fact, my style, the “ Messy hair, comfy, and
hopefully a bit stylish” look, seems to be pretty out of place here
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I wear scarves as a normal part of almost every
outfit, instead of only for the warmth when it gets cold
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My ski coat comes out once it gets below 50
degrees Fahrenheit
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Being more reserved in public is something I
often have to be pretty intentional about
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I usually carry a one and a half liter water
bottle wherever I go
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I tend to want to drink more than 350 mL (about
12 oz) of water during a meal
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I like refills. Free refills
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I often carry a travel mug of hot cocoa or hot
tea with me, especially on cold bus rides at 6:50am
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I do not like coffee, especially straight
espresso shots
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I hate using an umbrella, my raincoat is where
it’s at
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I sit on the ground
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I like open windows
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I am white. Really white
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I love my Tevas
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I say “Yall”
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While I’m at it, I’ll go ahead and admit that my
Bulgarian, if nothing else, usually blows my cover
