On Friday, I returned from a trip to Europe — so excuse the writing a bit because I’m pretty sure I’m still jet lagged — and we visited 3 different countries overseas: France, Netherlands, and Ireland.
I want to give you a mini-summarization through the eyes of yours truly — so welcome to part 1 of a mini-series entitled, “Stephanie’s European Reflections” [or something like that]
Let’s start with France — we spend all of our time in Paris and were there for about 3.5 days. I was really excited to go to Paris — the atmosphere, the food, the Eiffel Tower — what’s not to love? Oh, and I was excited about seeing all the rude French people and them being mean to us because we’re American. That’s a tourist attraction, right?
Turns out, I got to see all the sightseeing things to see in Paris except for that last bit. Where were all the rude French people?
It raises a question [among many] about the American culture, more than the French. What does it say about me that I expected the French people to be rude and obnoxious — judging them before giving them a chance?
Guess what I learned? Well, it turns out that the French people are actually that — people. They were kind, funny, and gracious to us who knew no French outside of what one would learn in French 1 as a freshman in high school.
Lesson learned: Don’t judge a book by its cover. and don’t judge the French by the Americans.