I once had an opportunity to take a visit to the famous city of Miami on vacation together with family members and some friends. It was summer when the schools had closed for a break that we decided to take a visit there for the whole month and get to recreate ourselves before resumption. I was very excited at first since I had heard a lot of good stuff about the city, so I knew we were going to enjoy ourselves to the fullest, just like the residents of the city. The way they appeared on social media and even the way their activities seemed like Miami was a utopic world.
For the first three days, I was very excited about having reached a place I always wish to. I liked the way people appeared so civilized and advanced not only technologically but in the way they do their things. Their daily activities were simple and full of fun moments, which made me admire them. The lifestyle there is one of its kind, people enjoyed every bit of their lives like there was no tomorrow. All these seemed fascinating until after a week when I started interacting with people and trying to learn their art. I found it hard to understand their languages since most were Spanish speaking and a little of Latino, yet I understood no of them. We could not communicate since I had little time to learn the language perfect on it as well.
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The kind of food and drinks served there were so different from our own such that even ordering a meal in a restaurant was a hard task since the names were so different. Their mode of dressing got me so disoriented since some seemed so explicit to me as opposed to those of my own culture. I also noticed that most people in the city were Roman Catholics, which made my protestant believes fade away. These situations made me bored and depressed, and I could not wait to get back home.
The way I reacted to the culture shock was more of an ethnocentric approach. I always preferred my own culture such that I never wished to go back to Miami again.
