Wine and Cheese (Doodles)

People assume that it’s the big issues about living abroad that throw you for a loop: language barriers, cultural differences, whether or not to take your shoes off upon entering someone’s house. More often than not though, it’s the little things that get under your skin and niggle away until they fester and sore and threaten to undermine your life. For me, it’s a general disregard for lining up in an orderly fashion and the intrusion upon my personal space. What my sister calls ‘the bubble’. I come from the land of plenty. We have things big-sky country, The Grand Canyon, grilled meat the size of Texas; McMansions and all you can eat buffets. Big hair, big teeth, big bucks. We like our space, supersized if you please. Here in this land of vikings and Hamlet, however, it seems that I am always in someone’s way.  Now, in case you’ve…