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 One of the less serious, but still frustrating, manifestations of culture shock is unexpected cravings for food. Before I studied abroad in the 90s, we were warned, for example, that we would miss peanut butter and should plan ahead and pack some.  I don't recall missing peanut butter that semester, but I did develop a serious craving for root beer about eight weeks in. It started as just an idle thought one day, "Root beer would be nice, maybe I'll buy some," as I was walking into a grocery store near campus in center of Moscow. Not much of a soda drinker in general, I hadn't ever really looked at the shelves in that part of the store, so I didn't know I had just set myself up for disappointment. There was no root beer to be had there, in any other grocery store I visited, or in any cafe or bar. And once I realized that I couldn't have it, that it was impossible and out of reach for another eight weeks, I craved it fiercely. Days might go by without a th

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