It Hit Me.

I'm here.

It hit me.

 Culture hit me.

I found myself questioning everything I did yesterday. Questioning whether or not it was culturally acceptable. Keep in mind I was in a bit of a daze from the long day of travel, but I don't ever recall feeling so insecure before in my life.

Questioning myself everywhere I went: 

Getting ready for the day: What do I wear so I don't look like a tourist?

Wondering around a suburb of Sydney: Can I cross the street before the walk sign? Is jaywalking illegal?

Eating at a cafe: How many toppings are ok to put on my sandwich? Will the girl behind the counter get annoyed if I keep asking for more toppings? Does the price go up as I add more to my sandwich?

Finding a place to sit and eat: Can I sit outside? Is outside seating just for smokers?

Am I being too polite that it's annoying? Am I not polite enough? What are the appropriate manners that I am missing?

Is it frustrating that I am asking to hear everything twice because I can't understand it the first time?

Is it weird to ask for an iced coffee?

All of this seems like common sense, and turns out most of it is. However...an iced coffee pretty much equals a cold hot chocolate. No ice.

So. Day 1.

 Not in love with the place.

But... I don't think it will be long before I am.