Tomando Yerba Mate (Drinking Yerba Mate)

posted by Eva

What is Mate?:

Mate is a very popular drink here in Argentina. It tastes like tea but it’s not exactly tea. It is a joke that all Argentineans walk around with a cup of mate in one hand and a thermos of hot water in the other.  This seems pretty accurate to me.  Mate is a social drink. You say to your friends, “Do you want to come over and drink some mate?” Mate can be drank anywhere like in the park or at work.

How to Serve Mate:

Barbara, our Spanish school director, serving the mate

There is a very particular way to serve mate. First, the person who brought the mate prepares the mate. Then, the maker drinks the first cup. He or she refills the cup with water and gives the cup to another person. He/she gives it back to the maker to be refilled with water.  Everyone takes turns drinking the mate.  You and your friends all use the same straw. It is considered rude to wipe the straw after the previous drinker.  The maker knows when you have finished the cup because the straw makes a gurgling sound when you get to the bottom. If you want another round of mate, DO NOT say “gracias” to the maker. If you say gracias, it means that you are done drinking mate. Also, it is rude to say “gracias” after only one round of mate.  You should wait at least until the second.

How to Make Mate:

Step 1:  Get a Mate cup and some Yerba Mate.

Step 2:  Put a little bit of Yerba Mate in the cup.

Step 3:  Shake the cup upside down to get the “dust” out of the cup. (Muy importante!)

Step 4:  Put the Yerba Mate to one side of the cup.

Step 5: If you want sugar, put it in the empty side of the cup.

Step 6:  Add hot water to the side with sugar.

Step 7:  To put the bombilla (pronounced bombisha) in, scoop it under the Yerba Mate.

Tips for Making Mate:

If you don’t shake the dust out, a lot of stuff will come up your straw. Make sure you scoop the straw under the Yerba Mate.

This is a typical Mate cup. It is made out of a gourd.

Mate is actually the name of the cup, which is made from a gourd.

Notice the bombilla (straw). You can get a curved straw or a straight one.

You can buy the yerba mate (tea) at any supermercado. In fact, any grocery store here, will have a whole row devoted to mate!

Mistakes to Avoid:

When we tried to make mate ourselves, we put the straw in before the water and got a lot of yerba up our straw.  When we sucked up the yerba, we had to spit out the yerba chunks.

(This would be rude if you weren’t just with your family.)

Also, the water was way too hot, and we burned our tongues.

Another mistake that we made was that we put too much sugar in the cup.  Yerba tastes very bitter, but too much sugar doesn’t make it better.



David deciding if he likes the mate.

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Rikki’s Toilet Blog about Graffiti

Posted by Rikki:

Nothing new to report on toilets, but I have this graffiti blog instead…hope you like it.  Take it one flush at a time.  Rikki.

Rikki's Toilet Blog

There is so much graffiti in Buenos Aires, you might think it’s legal.  But the truth is, it’s illegal.  Out of all the places we have been, Buenos Aires has, by far, the most graffiti.  The reason why there is so much graffiti here is that when the people are mad at the government one of the ways they show their anger is by doing graffiti.  If I wrote on the walls when I got mad, our walls would be colorful and exploded with graffiti and my parents would be like the government trying to figure out how to clean it up.  They would be exploded with anger.

Pretty Graffiti

Interesting Graffiti

Scribble Scrabble Graffiti

1976 to 1983, Argentina was under a dictatorship.  During this period, people would be put in jail or maybe even killed if they did graffiti.  The government kept everything looking like Oz except it was beige instead of emerald green.  After the dictatorship, the people were really mad at the government so they started to express how the felt through graffiti.

Some of the graffiti here in Buenos Aires is beautiful….masterpieces really.  Others are just words in Spanish that I really don’t understand. They could be swear words for all I know.  Some of it is just scribble scrabbles.

Some of the graffiti, as you know, is ugly.  I feel like it ruins the look of the city.  But some of the graffiti is quite beautiful and makes the city more interesting to look at.  I can’t really think of a solution right now, but  if you have a solution, I’d love for you to write back to me in the comments section and I’ll pass it along to La Presidente, Sra. Cristina de Kirchner.  Thanks for reading!

Graffiti I swear my dad didin't do

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Futbol Argentine Style

Posted by David

Portenos (Aregentines living in the port city of Buenos Aires) are passionate about five things: Politics (they have 80% participation in elections), Beef, Tango, Mate (a hot herbal drink pronounced MA-TAY), and Futbol (the game we North Americans call soccer).  We have experienced all of these passions here in Buenos Aires, but going to see a futbol game was something I’ll never forget.

I was a little surprised when we were told that, under no circumstances, should we consider going to a futbol game in Buenos Aires on our own.  And even though a bleacher seat may cost the equivalent of $7.00 USD, and a Porteno might pay even $50.00 for a good reserved seat, we should happily shell out double this amount to get ourselves safely there and back. I know that games in the U.K can get crazy and sometimes violent, but this is Buenos Aires for Gods sake, what could possibly happen? My very sensible alter ego, Amy, decided that we should listen to this sound advice.  Once again, she was right.


We bought tickets through a hotel concierge near our apartment.  It was a whole package deal.  You get transportation to and from the game, tickets, and a personal escort that stays and watches the game with you.  You arrive an hour before the rest of the fans and leave half an hour after the rest of the fans have left the stadium.

So on the day of the game, we walked over to the hotel and waited for the bus.  A young guy named Santiago met us there and got us in a van with a bunch of other gringos headed for the futbol game.  We were going to see San Lorenzo and Colon play a very important game for San Lorenzo, the favored team.  We were told it was wisest to cheer for San Lorenzo.  I was also wearing a hat for another popular Argentinian soccer team called the Boca Juniors and was emphatically told to remove the hat prior to arriving at the stadium.

I joked with Santiago that he forgot to bring us our flack jackets and billy- clubs.  He chuckled gratuitously, which made me a little nervous.  We were guided to our seats and watched a warm-up match between two junior teams.  The stadium started filling up and we were seated in the expensive grandstand seats with an overhang protecting us from the sun.  It was about 90 degrees that day.  Behind one goal line there were bleacher seats filled with shirtless, die hard fans with lots of percussive type instruments, and behind the other goal line were the seats for the visiting team (Colon). They had about 100 sad-looking people hoping for an upset. Across the field from us were more grandstand seats filled with fans that didn’t mind sitting in the direct sun but were not rabid enough to sit in the bleachers.

The game started at 4PM and luckily there was a nice guy sitting next to me who helped us understand which team was which, who some of the players were, and some of the subtleties of the game including a translation of the fan’s chants and colorful expletives shouted at the refs and the other team, and the proper way to flail one’s arms.

The game was great.  The girls stayed engaged almost the whole time.  The fans were super rowdy and there was more standing up and sitting down than there is at a synagogue on Yom Kippur.

About halfway through the second period, it was still 0-0, a line referee threw a flag and called off-sides but only half the players, including San Lorenzo’s goalie, saw the flag.  Colon, kicked the ball into San Lorenzo’s goal during this quasi penalty period and the head referee decided to count the goal.  1-0 Colon.  The stadium erupted in anger.  The ref’s mother was maligned, his masculinity was questioned, and his life was threatened. Shortly afterwards, San Lorenzo scored but it was now 1-1 with only a few minutes left to play.  The game ended in a tie and the fans were in an uproar.  They were screaming, “Nobody leaves the stadium,” and the referees were afraid to exit the field.  The police, dressed in riot gear, surrounded the refs who did not dare make the move into the locker rooms.  As soon as they would take a step, fans began throwing things at them.  Finally, they made a mad dash into the locker room but the fans wouldn’t relent.

A huge group of fans gathered around the area where the refs and players would need to exit the stadium.  The police tried to disperse the crowd but nobody would leave.  We started to hear what we thought were firecrackers.  It turned out that it was tear gas.  Before we knew it, the gas had drifted up to our area, the civilized seats, and before we could get out of the way, it was in our eyes and throats.  We were tearing and coughing and trying to get out of the stadium.  There was confusion and the kids were scared.  The teacher chaperoning the group of 15 high school exchange students from Manhattan told his kids to go, no come back, no go.  Finally, we got out of the stands and Santiago found us along with the rest of the group that came from the hotel.  We were all a bit shaken up but also excited by the madness.

We visited the Colleseum in Rome and learned how the Emperor used the gladiator events as a distraction for the public so they wouldn’t have to worry about their economic woes.  The guy sitting next to me told me that Cristina’s (that’s President Cristina Kirchner) popularity improved when she recently mandated that all soccer games be shown on free T.V., no pay-per view needed.  Was this supposed to help people forget about the 30% inflation going on here? (the official inflation rate was last reported to be 9.7%).

It was a short ride home from the game and we were able to relax in the van.  We asked Santi if this sort of thing was typical.  He said, “I wouldn’t say it’s typical.  Maybe if you went to a really important game you would expect something like this but this was supposed to be a safe game.”

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New Zealand Road Trip

posted by Amy

A month in New Zealand  was quite an adventure for our family.  It turns out that the adults had much more fun than the kids.  Riding in the back of a camper van through mountain roads apparently produces much motion sickness.  They were all troopers though and I for one would do it again in a heartbeat.  Of course, I would still be sitting in the front seat with my great views and my stable seating.

New Zealand is totally set up for travellers of our variety.  The roads are smooth, the visitor centers are well staffed and the people are all friendly and “Good as gold.”  Our route was courtesy of a great resource we found on the internet.  Ron Laughlin, a former Ohioan who has relocated permanently to New Zealand planned our whole itinerary for free.  Yes, I know nothing is free, and truly in New Zealand where the prices are sky high for everything, finding any kind of deal is, a big deal!  Ron gets a commission for referring his travelers to the campervan companies and in turn gives us a custom itinerary.  Here is his info. just in case any of you are planning a trip to NZ in the near future.

NZ highlights:

1.  Jumping off of things

2.  Hiking the Tongoriro Pass (a twelve mile hike that we, of course, did in the pouring rain)

3.  Going to a traditional Maori meal – hongi

4.  Seeing penguins and seals in the wild

5.  Learning (relearning)  how to knit.  Had to put all that sheep’s wool to some good use

6.  Eating a deliciously fresh fish dinner at Fleur’s restaurant.  We had never heard of her, but apparently she’s famous in the foodie world, and deservedly so.

7.  Climbing on a glacier

8.  Cruising in the Milford Sound – some of us even swam in the freezing waters

9.  Meeting lots of interesting fellow travellers while preparing meals in the many campgrounds where we stayed

10.  Spending one full month of uber family togetherness and living to tell the story, mostly unscathed.

Puzzling world. Wanaka, New Zealand

Seals near Kaikoura

This is gorgeous, right?

Rikki post Tongoriro Crossing.

Near the end of the Tongoriro Crossing. This is supposed to be "The most beautiful day hike in the world." We couldn't see much of anything because the weather was so bad, but still a great accomplishment for all of us.

Zorbing! This is an activity involving a human-sized hamster ball, water and rolling down a hill. So much fun!

Maori show and hongi - traditional Maori meal.

Fox Glacier explorers

Milford Sound was a bit windy.

Looking for precious stones at Gemstone Beach

The Catlins, on the Southern tip of New Zealand. The southerly winds are so strong, the trees grow sideways.

Christchurch, a little bit more than a year after the second major earthquake to strike the city in a short time. The city was still working on rebuilding. Here is a creative, and I think attractive use of shipping containers as temporary shops in the downtown area. Our hearts really went out to the people of Christchurch and all that they had been through.

Sunset in the bottom of the world!

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Toilets Down Under

by Rikki

Toilet optical illusion room at Puzzling World in Wanaka, NZ

A lot of people have asked us, “Do the toilets in the Southern Hemisphere really flush counter-clockwise?”  From my scientific research, I found out that the toilets of Australia and New Zealand d not flush counter-clockwise. The toilets flush exactly as they do at home.  The toilets in OZ (Australia) weren’t very thrilling.  However, the toilets in N-ZED (New Zealand) were very interesting.

First of all, we are living in a camper for one month in N-ZED.  It’s a common way for people to get around.  We stay at Holiday Parks, which are parking lots where you park your campervan or trailer.  There is a toilet in our R.V., but for a while we didn’t use it because it was smelling awful. Every day for some reason, we found toilet water on the floor coming up through the drain.  That was the bad odor we smelled.  So we got some air freshener spray and my dad made several stops at the hardware store and talked to a lot of people and finally solved the smelling problem.

Emptying the toilets takes a lot of teamwork.

It’s never fun to clean a toilet, but think about having to actually empty your port-a-potty every day.  It’s very important for the environment to ONLY dump your waste in approved dump spots.  When we need to dump the toxic waste from the toilet, we go to the dump-station, which is a drain in the middle of the Holiday Park.  We take the tank out from under the R.V.  We dump it, and once we are done dumping it, we rinse it with water twice and put a good smelling sachet inside.  The sachet makes it smell good as it could be and also breaks down the solid toxic waste.

The lovely smelling sachets.

I didn’t think that I would have much to write about toilets in New Zealand, but I did.  I wonder what we will find in Buenos Aires? (Argentoilets

Toilet sign for the women's bathroom at the bungy jumping place

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posted by Maya

How to skydive...

I have never been exceptionally brave. Sure, I have adventurous moments, but I am generally a pretty timid person. I am terrified of needles and I hate rodents, etc. So, if someone had told me a week ago that I was going to go skydiving and bungee jumping, I wouldn’t have believed them. I really didn’t have any interest in either of these things before we got to Wanaka, New Zealand. But when we got to the travel office, and Alana the Travel Agent mentioned skydiving, something clicked in my brain. It was like my Evil Knevel gene that had been dormant all of these years suddenly activated. I knew that this was something I had to do.

Skydiving Fashions

            By the time we got to the airport the next morning, I was freaking out. I suppose that it hadn’t really registered with me that I would be JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE until we actually paid and got into our jumpsuits. I almost chickened out after watching the safety briefing video, but before I knew it, we were getting in the plane and the only way out was down.

Father-Daughter bonding time.

My flight instructor.

See the cute orange plane.

Now, I don’t want you to think that my parents would let me skydive on my own. It was tandem skydiving, which means that I was attached to a professional instructor who pulls the parachute string.  My instructor was a nice Hungarian man who didn’t give me a second to think before jumping.  All the sudden, the two pairs of jumpers sitting in front of me had leaped out, and it was my turn. I was positively terrified. I did NOT want to do this anymore. But my instructor got ready to go, and since I was attached to him, I didn’t have much of a choice. And then we were falling.

Those 45 seconds of free falling were both the longest and shortest of my life. I was screaming, shouting, shrieking. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” My throat went dry and the wind was coming at me so fast and I was sure that I would never reach the ground. I loved it! Then, the instructor pulled the string and the parachute sprang into action.

“Are you okay?” He asked me over and over. I kept replying “Yes! Of course!” The amazing thing was, that I really was okay. Better than okay! In fact, I had never felt better in my entire 13 years! I was giggling and having a great time.

This is me...

We landed safely on the airport lawn. My face hurt from smiling for so long. I couldn’t believe that I had actually done it! After seeing how much my dad (who had also gone Skydiving) and I loved it, my mom decided to go too. She also enjoyed it, but she said after that once was plenty. She doesn’t share my new dream of being professional skydiver one day.

Let's do it again!

Mom did it too!

We decided that one major adventure was enough for one day, but of course, that didn’t stop us from going bungy jumping the next! The bungy was an AJ Hackett bungy rig, invented by none other than kiwi AJ Hackett, the bungy pioneer. It was set up on a high bridge over a flowing river.  Only my dad and I went bungee jumping, although Eva and Rikki both wanted to. (They did the bungy trampoline instead.)

Eva, flipping out.

Rikki, getting some air.

            My dad jumped first.  After watching him jump, I had many of the same feelings I had before Skydiving.  But this time, I knew I could do it.  Extreme sports will change you like that.  The boys up on the bridge tied my feet in a towel and connected my harness to a bungy cord.  In no time, it was my turn. I waddled up to the edge of the platform and turned to the camera. In the pictures, you can see the terror in my eyes. The bungy guy said, “ONE! TWO! THREE! BUNGY!” Without a moment of hesitation, I was jumping.

The fear.

The leap.

The dangle.

The boat pick up.

The most fun ever!

I don’t remember much about free falling, but I do remember loving it.  It was over very quickly, though, and I felt the bungy cord jerk me upside down.  I bobbed and dangled for a while before two guys in a raft came to pull me down. I think my smile was even bigger than the grin I had after skydiving, if it’s possible.  

After giving it some thought, I decided that bungy jumping was scarier than skydiving. When I went skydiving, an instructor forced me to jump. I never had to make that decision. But with bungy jumping, you have to decide on your own to jump. You have to push every fear and second thought to the side and choose to fall. In reality, bungy jumping is very safe, but you have to make the decision to jump on your own. With skydiving, there is plenty of room for error, but once I decided to trust my instructor, I never had to think. Bungy jumping taught me that I could summon the courage- or stupidity!- to do whatever I want to.  And …IT WAS AWESOME!

Loved it!

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Aussie Foods

posted by Eva

In Australia I was surprised how many new foods I tried.   Maya was more adventurous than I was when trying Vegemite! I didn’t actually try it. Vegemite is yeast extract. Our friends take Vegemite sandwiches for a school lunch, bread with butter and a little bit of Vegemite. Maya said that Vegemite tastes sardines and soy sauce.

"He just smiled and gave me a Vegamite sandwich"

I didn’t want to try Vegemite, but when it came to lollies (sweets) I had no trouble tasting them.  Tim Tams are chocolate cookies covered in chocolate, tasted pretty good.  Another tasty Australian dessert is ice chocolate. Ice chocolate is sometimes served as a chocolate milkshake and sometimes served as crushed ice with chocolate syrup. I like the milkshake one better!

I think the reason I didn’t care for kangaroo was because they are such cute animals.  How could you possibly eat them?  Kangaroo tastes like steak, but the thought of eating a kangaroo makes it unappetizing!  David had no problem with this and said it was one of the best steaks he has ever eaten.

Is this Kanga or Little Roo?

This one was safe in the zoo.

Meat pies are okay. Rikki and Maya really like them but I don’t care for them. Meat pies are meat and usually some vegetables stuffed into a pie crust. They are cute little pies made for one.    The way Australians order it is with rhyming slang.  They say  “I’d like a dogs eye and horse.”  This translates into “a meat pie and sauce.” (Sauce is kechtup) – If you say it in an Australian accent, it actually rhymes.

The local meat pie stand in Coogee Beach

Finally, no one really makes “Shrimp on the Barbie.” It’s just what Americans say when they try to talk like Australians! We learned that Australians call shrimp, prawns, and the best way to make “prawns” is not on the “barbie”!

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New Zealand – Big Land, Big Car

by Amy

New Zealand is a beautiful country.  There is so much to see and do and describe to you all, and when time permits, I will write a nice long blog all about it.  But, for now, we just wanted to show everyone how we are tackling this trek across the newest land on earth (New Zealand is in fact the most recent landform made.)

Day One, on the road. Yes, we bought the full insurance package.

Some might think traveling for a month in a campervan is a gutsy move seven months into our trip.  Some might think this is even a little bit foolish.  Some might be right about this.  But, still sometimes you just do it for the stories you can tell later.

Maya and Eva's bedroom "upstairs"

Dining el fresco

And, this is why we came here. Seal colony near Kaikoura on the Pacific

More to come…

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Posted by David

After a few months in Asia, we really needed a place to just chill-out and relax in an English speaking country.  Australia was perfect.  We stayed in two different places near Sydney, Bondi Beach and Coogee Beach.  We visited with friends who included us in on all their activities, introduced us to their friends and treated us just like family. Thanks to Susan Banki, her husband Josh, and their daughter, Pepper (1.5 years) as well as her mother Judy Banki visiting from New York; Cindi Lefari, and her husband Gary Treanaman, and their kids Samara (9), and Ethan (7), and John and Susan McMahon, and their kids Rowen (9), and Sabrina (3).  You all really made the Australia experience happen for us.

 Here are some of our Sydney highlights

  • Ate meat pies with sauce (that’s ketchup to us)
  • Swam and body surfed in the Pacific
  • Rikki was stung by a blue bottle (jelly fish sort of creature)
  • Saw Circus – Oz (awesome and the third circus we’ve seen on this trip)
  • Enjoyed watching our friend Susan Banki doing stand-up comedy (on the topic of refugees which she somehow managed to make funny)
  • Hung out with Judy Banki (Susan’s mother) who is a fascinating 84 year old woman (and 1948 graduate of the University of Wisconsin) that helped convince the Vatican to stop teaching Catholics that the Jews killed Jesus Christ (this was included in Vatican II (see articles on “Nostra Aetate)
  • Went to the Torango Zoo – saw the kangaroos, wallabees and Tasmanian Devils.  Did not feel good about the kangaroo we had eaten earlier in the week.
  • Took the ferry across the Sydney Harbor
  • Had many views of the Sydney Opera House
  • Maya and Amy went to see the Picasso Exhibit
  • Went to Samara Treanaman’s nine year old birthday, at the beach of course
  • Saw our Australian friends that we met when we were in Sapa, Vietnam –  Katrina, Craig, Brooke, and Jade
  • David bought a used 29” big wheel unicycle to carry with us to New Zealand (and beyond?)
  • Ate great food cooked by friends and even had friends over to our place.
  • Got haircuts, went to the mall, and made several trips to the hardware store to fix the toilet of our small apartment

Here’s a little overview in pictures of our stay in Australia:

Cindi Lefari, Susan Banki, and Amy...friends from 20 years ago during their time together on Otzma in Israel. Cindi and Susan grew up together in New York where they went to the Bronx Academy of Science. Ironically, they live blocks apart in Sydney, Australia!

Playing at the beach and training for bungy jumping in New Zealand

Susan Banki, Josh McConnell, and Pepper. Susan is a professor at the University of Sydney, Josh is a rocket scientist turned corporate consultant, and Pepper is just plain cute. Incidentally, Josh was born in Skokie.

Eva doing some body surfing on Bondi Beach.

I couldn't get enough of the beach.

Amy, appearing Live at the Sydney Opera House!

Maya on the Bondi to Coogee Coastal Walk.

Luna Park

The iconic Sydney Opera House.

What would Australia be without a Kangaroo sighting? This is not the one we had for dinner.

Samara and Ethan Treanaman teaching us some acrobatic yoga moves.

Playing with new friends.

John and Susan McMahon. Susan is from South Bend, Indiana and John is from Pittsburgh. They met at Notre Dame, lived in Chicago for a while, and then moved to Sydney where they've been for 14 years.

Celebrating Eva's 11th birthday at a Korean restaurant in Sydney with The Banki's (Susan and her mom Judy who was visiting from New York), and the Lefari/Treanaman family (Cindi, Gari, Samara, and Ethan)

David, Judy Banki, and John McMahon. Judy dated the lyricist Jerry Bock (most famous for writing the lyrics for all the songs in Fiddler on the Roof) when they were both students at University of Wisconsin in Madison!

Susan doing stand-up comedy. She and several other academics performed stand-up comedy routines about their individual disciplines as part of the Sydney Festival. Susan's jokes were about refugees (she somehow made it funny), an agronomist who joked about soil, and a few others who I can't really remember.

All in all it was a great couple of weeks and we got re-charged for a month driving around New Zealand in a camper.  Stay tuned for a post about some of the amazing things we have seen and done in our first week in Kiwi-land.

We love getting your comments on our blog…it helps us feel that you are all with us on this great adventure.

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13 Ways to Embarrass Your 13 Year Old Daughter

by Amy and David (without too much imagination, you can probably determine which parent does the most to further this cause.)


  1. Asking for anything special or heaven forbid returning a meal at a restaurant, or in any way inconveniencing the wait staff…or having any conversation with the staff on any topic at all.
  2. Wearing a plastic bag as shorts at a public venue (understandably, this is actually embarrassing, but the ground was wet and we were picnicking at an outdoor concert, so what is a father to do, really?)
  3. Speaking English with the accent of the foreign language of the country being visited.
  4. Photographing, admiring and touching strangers’ bikes and cars when walking down the street.  But isn’t this much less embarrassing than actually touching strangers?
  5. Speaking loudly, or in any voice above a whisper.
  6. Singing in public is not allowed.  Strangely, dancing in public is allowed.
  7. Asking questions of a personal nature including, “What did your parents die of?  What medications do you take? Why did you get divorced?  Where are you from? How much does this cost?  Where is the train station?”
  8. Publically praising your 13 year old.
  9. Stopping to take pictures in the middle of the road.
  10. Arguing with police officers.
  11. Doing self serve at a full serve restaurant, or going behind the service counter for any reason.
  12. Public nudity (don’t ask!)
  13. Writing a blog post about 13 ways to embarrass your 13 year old daughter.
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