tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post5752223561768594068..comments2024-02-12T06:10:14.590-08:00Comments on Culture Shock: Cultural Immersion?culturejockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263465772349376129noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-28780896700815035682009-05-05T20:02:00.000-07:002009-05-05T20:02:00.000-07:00Growing up near that other border (the Canadian on...Growing up near that other border (the Canadian one) I didn't get to make little missions. But I remember a splendid sixth-grade class project of constructing an entire medieval castle and surrounding village from papier-mache.<br /><br />I hope this doesn't mean I have to drink a flagon of mead instead of a margarita.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13765688465211717384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-35576440693919199112009-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:002009-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:00Give in to the thirst, MTC!Give in to the thirst, MTC!cynseattlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03546172133271149911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-91158579444775037032009-05-05T13:55:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:55:00.000-07:00Nice post. As a California-bred boy, I remember ma...Nice post. As a California-bred boy, I remember making models of Spanish missions using sugar cubes for adobe bricks. My grandmother's house was just off Alameda de las Pulgas (Avenue of the Fleas), not far from El Camino Real in San Mateo. Still, with all that history surrounding us, Hispanic culture was largely kept at arms length ... it was all history, not taught as living culture. <br /><br />Now, why do I feel a thirst for a margarita in the middle of the day?MightyToyCannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523823158706838012noreply@blogger.com