Culture Shock...

Okay, so maybe my plans for hopping on the New York City Subway and poking around Manhattan wasn't one of my best ideas. I was a little uneasy having so many people and things to look at and so many choices to make in such a short amount of time. I wanted to buy something for breakfast, but could not decide and then the clerk at the deli was forcefully shouting "NEXT, NEXT." I did not know what to do because I had not decided what I wanted so I just pushed a small cookie in his direction. He rang it up and was demanding money before I could even figure out what kind of cookie it was. It was so awkward to be so incapable in my own culture. Also, I am noticing that I walk slower and need to talk to the people in the store instead of hastily buying my items and rushing out of the store. I had a whole conversation with a store manager about the umbrellas on the rack. There were too many to choose from so I asked him to choose for me. He explained his take on what the colors signified and I had a great time hearing what he had to say. I then picked a cheap, but quality looking red one (no surprise there) and made my way to the cashier. Here's a picture that I took of my subway experience. From village to concrete jungle in hours. Talk about culture shock...