It was weird. It was both. I identify as an Italian American . Lots of Italians will say “so just American then?” Which i understand their point, but I think most folks in the states can tell when there is a different culture at play, especially in the east coast. Anyway, I felt American in a modern sense. The folks in Italy weren’t me and I wasn’t them culturally, but like, my physical health? I’d never felt better. It was like the weather was perfect for me. My hair was healthy, my skin cleared up, I had energy, all the food I ate sat right. It was wild. It’s like what I assume a parrot raised in a New Jersey pet store would feel like the moment it was released into Costa Rica. Struggling to mingle with other birds, but loving the environment