I’m a Western girl

This morning I realized something. This is the first time that I have had NO contact with another foreigner/Westerner in two months. In Senegal, I had 30 American friends that I saw and interacted with every single day. And even in Kathmandu, I had Muna (and her friends, most of whom had been/studied abroad). This time in, Pokhara, is the first time that I’ve really been on my own, completely delved into a foreign culture.
In general, it’s easy, and I live my life happily and with no complaints or loneliness. But this morning I realized that there is something I will never be able to share with my family – Western jokes and cultural icons.
I know I spout a lot of hatred for Western culture, but despite all that, going abroad really makes you realize how much Western culture is really ingrained in us. I didn’t even realize it, but little jokes and English expressions that I’m used to being able to share with my friends, I can’t do here – or, well, I can, but I won’t exactly get the reaction I’m itching for.
I guess no matter what, we are all products of our culture.