Culture Shock

Ever since I was named the TIME person of the year two years ago I've been debating whether or not to grab my piece of the weblog pie. Now's the time. And as I begin blogging, my wife kindly reminds me that no one out there cares to read what's on my mind. She makes a good point - especially considering I often vent in order to rid my own mind of my thoughts. On the other hand, I've found that others have managed to spurt out profound little nuggets of truth that are produced by their admittedly normal lives. Maybe I can do the same. Since my wife and I moved to Croatia I have often been asked if I experienced culture shock. I usually tell them no and then go on to explain that my wife is Croatian and I visited Croatia a few times before we moved so it made the transition easier. But the fact is, I'm going through culture shock every day. They don't put ice in the drinks here in Croatia. The draft will kill you and they love their beer and their soccer. Th...