I'm one of the Tall ones

Living In a different culture is different. Obviously. A lot of Days I don't even feel like I know what's going on with anything. I wonder what it is that I'm going to do next and why in the world the bus driver thinks he can just go get lunch in the middle of his route. Times like that can be a little bit frustrating. But then, I feel like I'm at home here, too. It seems like a contradiction, but it makes sense if you don't think about it too hard. I have a decent grasp of Spanish, so communication isn't usually a huge issue. And I was raised in a semi-Latino culture, so there isn't much shock as far as that goes. I guess the thing that still gets me is that I know that no matter how at home I feel, I'm really always going to be an outsider to so many. Don't get me wrong, the church really is a global family and the people here make me feel welcome, but I am always going to stick out. I wasn't born here. That's always going to be obvious. I am always going to be given bad prices at the market and always going to be more of a target for robbers. That is such a frustrating fact to try to come to terms with. Ecuador has a wonderful, rich culture that I get to take part in for the next couple years. -- not to mention our South American partners who we're going to be doing life with and who have already became family-- but I will always be like a visiting family member. Welcomed, maybe even embraced at times, but not really a part of the culture. If you know me, then you know that I am maybe, MAYBE, average height for the United States. I guess that's where the cultural difference is really apparent. Here, I'm one of the tall ones..