I am gonna meet with a Columbian friend today. I haven’t seen him over a year. He works in St. Elizabeth hospital not too far from my place as an assistant surgeon. He was a young doctor in his country, but he only made $600 a month there. His sister married a loaded American lawyer, and helped him to immigrate to the U.S. When Columbians greet each other, they usually kiss twice each side of cheeks and hug warmly. We chatted over a cup of coffee in Starbucks, but I had trouble understanding his English due to the Hispanic accent.
A net pal told me that I am overweight. Thanks to him, I know how I really look now. Americans usually don’t say that in front of your face.