Laws are sand, customs are rock. Laws can be evaded and punishment escaped but an openly transgressed custom brings sure punishment.
Customs are more powerful than laws.
Men will sooner surrender their rights than their customs.
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.
If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.