Every now and then I have a little "what the he..?" moment and think, Good GRIEF! I'm living in Rome! They normally come when I am deeply immersed in something like an article or a book or something and I momentarily stop thinking about the fact that the roar of traffic I'm hearing is not somewhere mundane and prosaic like Vancouver or Toronto, but Roman traffic.
Just had one a moment ago when I looked up from what I was doing at the sound of bells.
It's St. Peter's Basilica ringing for tonight's Papal Mass.
Status: slightly weirded out.