"We're not in Minnesota anymore"

An exact quote from the lady who came to our orientation to give the US embassy security briefing. However, because I am so situationally aware (not), I happened to notice I wasn't in Minnesota two weeks ago when I was given banana for dessert, and then again when a stray dog licked my face while I was trying to sunbathe in the park - but I think this lady's point was less about getting used to having to eat mayo on my potatoes and more about getting our shit together so that we don't get mugged or assaulted. So, after shannon (whom I will resent forever) scared the shit out of us, our ten days of orientation concluded, and we were sent to manage buenos aires on our own.