That the same people who insist on sitting inside the nauseatingly hot vehicle or room for fear that a draft will make them sick, are the most likely to light a cigarette and blow their smoke all around.
That people in my village can identify my balcony because it is the only one where the door is never shut.
That some guys will try to take advantage of the custom to kiss three times on the cheek when saying goodbye.
That slapping my television really did cause it to get one more channel.
That I shouldn�t wait three months to try and clean out the barrel of my water distiller.
That blaring car horns means there is a wedding.
That a lot of people really don�t believe it rains in California.
That hearing baby birds chirping in the nest outside my bathroom window is worth the mess it makes on the windowsill.
That no matter where it is, you CAN walk there if you really want to.
That a man pouring something into your glass that you didn�t ask for is an honor rather than an insult to your autonomy.
That the number of times the church bells toll are significant: one time for the death of a man, twice for the death of a woman, three times to signify a holiday or Sunday.
That unrefrigerated milk in a box won�t make you sick.
That snail mail is alive and well.
That when you lose an eyelash, you are supposed to perform an elaborate ritual (which I have already forgotten) to make a wish.
That when someone tells you to come to their house in a week, you don�t need to call and confirm, you are expected to just show up.
That the Peace Corps Volunteer I have been corresponding with in Africa doesn�t mind using a pit toilet, and not having electricity, but he does miss peanut butter M&M�s.
That just because people are yelling, doesn�t mean they are angry.
That ajvar is really not a good bedtime snack.