Culture

I share captivating stories and insights into the culture that defines societies worldwide. Discover how cultural practices shape identity and foster meaningful connections across the globe. Through my exploration, I learned how embracing cultural diversity can enrich personal experiences and broaden perspectives.

  • Playlist: Chinchillin’

    For those who were unaware, a few weeks ago I got sick from eating bad chile verde. The last two weeks I have been trying to just get to my old self again and for better or for worse, have avoided takeout. My wallet is happy for sure!

  • Montréal Playlist

    Dép, bixi, métro.  Montrealer (montréalais) basics. Criss! Ciboire! Oups! Time to wash la bouche out with savon! Rosemont-La Petite Patrie represent, represent! Pieces of my heart can be found along Rue de Bellechasse. Montréal, you left me speechless. Un plaisir à vivre! This Montréal playlist was inspired by the beautiful autumn colors, fast-talking unintelligible québécois,  foie gras laced poutine and the best piri-piri chicken EVER. Écoutez et partagez SVP.

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    Zuid Holland: Rotterdam

    Plenty of people kept telling me to go to Rotterdam, but I didn’t understand really why. It wasn’t until I did my research before my trip to the Netherlands that I completely understood the significance of the city. Rotterdam was one of the devastated cities in the Netherlands by the second world war, and by many almost entirely demolished. What you see now is the courage and resiliency through its modern architecture and iconic skyline.

  • Zaanse Schans Playlist

    The windmills are calling and the alluring smell of chocolate leads you to local chocolatiers. Thirsty? There’s plenty of sinaasappelsap (orange juice) to go around. This playlist was inspired by my day trip to Zaanse Schans. Please enjoy it and share!

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    Deutsch(land) Part II: Culture Shock or How to Offend a German

    I then explained that I gathered how Germans (at least in Berlin) were domineering, yet friendly, assertive, but also timid. Perhaps it was the ever presence of authority in the form of police and if you didn’t see them, you definitely heard the sirens. Later in our conversation he would say, “I’m not sure. It’s like they sense danger and appear out of nowhere!” Despite that, Berliners were also carefree like children at the playground or teenagers at a mall with unlimited funds. Even I was surprised to see open bottles at the park, on the train, and as I walked on rugged streets. My first instinct as an American was, “OMG!! You’re going to get arrested!!” At the same time, I found order. People weren’t even pushing others to get into the Bahn. Is this real life?!