I came home from school one day when I was 11 years old. We were living at Loring AFB in Maine, and I’m told that we’re moving to Japan.
The trip there is a story in and of itself. It was 1963. Basically it took us 3 days from Travis AFB to get there.
Aside from having ambulances and fire trucks lining the flight line, we finally arrived. My brother and I had an immediate reaction to the smell.
We were all required to have Japanese culture classes. My mother dove in and studied Japanese for 5 years. She could read and write katakana, hiragana and 1000 kanji. I am nowhere near that.
At any rate, although I attended DOD schools, we were immersed in the culture.
Fast forward. We return to the states. After 18 months, time for me to go to college and, for a variety of reasons, I chose FSU.
Hung out with the Cubans and other foreigners because I felt more comfortable with them.
Marry a Brazilian and go off to live in Brazil for another adventure.
Father in law was a German Brazilian. He complained that I didn’t “behave” the way a woman was supposed to behave. I was supposed to stay home all day and watch the maid clean.
Well my attitude was that I was in a foreign country and needed to explore. Brazilian friends used to laugh and say I knew Sao Paulo better than they did.
I had a bunch of foreign friends there because Brazilian men thought i would be a bad influence on their wives.
That’s as short as I could make it, but the point is being a product of our experiences.
The trip there is a story in and of itself. It was 1963. Basically it took us 3 days from Travis AFB to get there.
Aside from having ambulances and fire trucks lining the flight line, we finally arrived. My brother and I had an immediate reaction to the smell.
We were all required to have Japanese culture classes. My mother dove in and studied Japanese for 5 years. She could read and write katakana, hiragana and 1000 kanji. I am nowhere near that.
At any rate, although I attended DOD schools, we were immersed in the culture.
Fast forward. We return to the states. After 18 months, time for me to go to college and, for a variety of reasons, I chose FSU.
Hung out with the Cubans and other foreigners because I felt more comfortable with them.
Marry a Brazilian and go off to live in Brazil for another adventure.
Father in law was a German Brazilian. He complained that I didn’t “behave” the way a woman was supposed to behave. I was supposed to stay home all day and watch the maid clean.
Well my attitude was that I was in a foreign country and needed to explore. Brazilian friends used to laugh and say I knew Sao Paulo better than they did.
I had a bunch of foreign friends there because Brazilian men thought i would be a bad influence on their wives.
That’s as short as I could make it, but the point is being a product of our experiences.