I started thinking, of course, about the world. It was my first (well, not exactly first, but I guess the first that I'll remember) time being surrounded by so many Caucasians, and being there I become even more conscious of the stories I'm surrounded with. So many different people! It's crazy! One minute you're walking past a beggar with a small baby, then you're walking past an Asian with red hair, and then a Mexican with a nose piercing, then an Italian with the perfect shade of red lipstick. It's absolutely overwhelming for me, and I love it.