Everyone on this island has similar dietary practices and therefore all smell alike. The bus is the place you smell it the most.
I was sitting on the bus on a bench seat big enough for me and another small person, so a ten year old boy sat beside me. We rode along like that until we came to a bus stop and the doors opened. The boy and I simultaneously sat up, scooted to the edge of the bench, waiting and watching for old people.
It is understood here that youth and able-bodied persons give up their seats for middle-aged women and grandparent types. When only college and high school aged people got on, the boy and I both sat back. In that moment I understood I was part of this island, following their customs and social cues, and just like the boy, every bit at home.