It was definitely a hard one. The Czech culture, and European culture in general, is certainly a different culture from the U.S. one. Whenever my Italian husband and I are in the U.S., he always asks me, “Why do the people in the grocery store ask me how I am? That’s weird, they don’t know me.” I tell him that’s an American thing, but for Europeans, you only ask that once you get to know a person. It was hard coming here; I always felt like I did something wrong. I asked for a bag at the supermarket, and I was always corrected. But now, I can laugh about it.