I lived in the same city for the first 32 years of my life. Everything and everybody were familiar to me, we spoke the same language, had more or less the same traditions, ate more or less the same food. Although I visited other countries -my first international trip was at the age of 6-, I never felt foreign, probably because I didn’t have time to immerse myself in the local culture deeply enough to feel different.
I moved to Texas in 2005. Talk about a life-changing experience! That’s when “being foreign” was brought home to me: different language, customs, social mores, traditions and the list goes on. Food is part of what makes you feel at home. Or not. I had a hard time trying to eat this beer can chicken, a local Texan delicacy. The can protruding from the chicken’s rear really put me off.