I had a conversation with my friend Conner Hinderks yesterday. He has recently come back to the US from a lengthy stay in Japan and is totally psyched about the world. Projecting my own experience on to him, I think that he must be totally blown away my Japan and its culture and looking forward to digging into the culture of another country. He asked me what I knew about teaching English and the like somewhere in South America. Hold your horses, Conner. Pará. I, too, was excited for inter-cultural experience here on scale that I knew in Japan. Te lo doy corto, I haven't got it. I came to Buenos Aires looking for an experience like I had in Japan. Something that would blow my mind for six months. I wanted items as ordinary as vending machines to confound my expectations. I raise a logical question. If one expects his expectations to be violated, and they're not, does that mean his expectations have been in some way violated? More than amusing, that sums up my experience in cultu...