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Check out this post by “The Traveling Blonde.”
Takin’ on Thailand with Mom, Dad, and Santa
Before the end of the program SIT gave us the return-to-civilization-culture-shock schpele, which I ignored because A. I wasn’t returning to the States just yet and B. I’m a devout consumer who loves all things material. I practically ran to the duty free store in the international airport to douse myself in some Chanel No 5°. What I was not prepared for was my first sighting of legs. And not just knees mind you, this woman had on shorts that went just past her crotch. I stared at her with confused incredulity: “You’re in an airport looking like THAT?” Then I had to whip my head around to do a double take on a man in a tank top with exposed chest hair. As we meandered through customs, I blatantly gaped at female after female who all had flawless skin and gorgeous eyelashes: “How do they DO that?” The word “makeup” seemed to ring a bell. Unfortunately, I was in frumpy Merrills and yesterday’s unwashed clothes. I felt like the new kid who wore all the wrong clothes to their first day of class.