Holidays abroad are just never quite the same as at home. You’re far away from the people you typically celebrate with, and so you get together with a series of new people, all of whom have different traditions, different dates, different foods. Sometimes the holidays are adapted and warped: in Korea, Christmas is seen as a couple’s holiday (like… most holidays, actually), and people buy a cake and wear dumb hats. Foreign holidays, like foreign foods, get reprocessed through the local lens to fit the tastes of the people. It’s not wrong or bad, but it feels like staring into a funhouse mirror of the day you held dear at home. Where you would have turkey, and family, and months and months of crass commercialism here, or obscene amounts of chocolate tangentially connected to Jesus or something there, far from home those things are absent. They are distorted. They are not the holiday you remember.
But Halloween, it seems, remains unscathed.