Love in the Land of Romance

I love that they use metric units. Meters and degrees centigrade makes more sense than miles and degrees fahrenheit.

I love that they use day/month/year as opposed to the illogical month/day/year.

I love that breakfast always had french bread and a croissant.

I love that everything is smaller and more compact. It’s efficient and not prone to excess.

I love that all the toilets have two buttons, one for low and high flow, and that this wasn’t a part of some huge marketing campaign. It just was.

I love that the stalls were more private. They’re more like personal closets than barely divided areas.

I love the language and the fact that I could figure out the gist of what was being said without severe effort.

I love the cafe culture. People talking, sharing a drink, taking a drag. The social time is important.

I love walking around and seeing throngs of people relaxing, eating bread and drinking wine. Socializing is valued.

I love that I didn’t see many bars or restaurants with TVs. Again, the message is clear: the people you are with are most important.

I love that they have a subway system  and decent public transportation.

I love that I was able to take a train across the country for a fair price.

I love the weather, the scenery, and especially the ocean.

I love the beautiful women that inhabit this place and that they’re made more attractive to me by their language.

I love the fact that there is cheese, fromage, everywhere. Even if I choose not to eat it.

I love that the streets don’t make sense. It’s controlled chaos and it’s fascinating.

I love that there are fewer fat people. Walking is important and not all aspects of the American lifestyle have be adopted.

I love that requesting a vegetarian meal means they bring you fish. It’s not techinically right, but it is amusing.

I love that there is a deep level of history, even if some of it is disliked.

I love that everywhere I went people were staring at my huaraches.

I love that nudity was optional at the beach. Women had their tops off and it was no big deal. Some had there tops on and it was no big deal.

I love that I was lost at times and that things were a bit out of control. My comfort zone did not contain me and it was amazing.

I love that the money is logical and can be used by anyone immediately.

I love that wine with every meal was just a given.

I love that Heineken was the primary beer on tap. It’s not my favorite but it was very good.

I love that many people had scooters or motorcycles. Why transport more than you need to?

I love that I could leave my key in a common area at the hotel and not have to worry.

I love that surfing was so prevalent.

I love that Diet Coke is Coke light.

I love that meaningful glances can be shared between people who don’t share the same language. Laughter is universal.

I love that locals dress nicer than foreigners.

I love that the elevators were meant for one person. Or two if someone really wanted.

I love that I could go to an Asian History Museum with a friend and have a great time.

I love that grocery stores are the same and yet quantitatively different.

I love that while all of these are specific to my time in France, many are applicable to other places in the world.

Most of all, I love that I was able to experience this country. I love that my love for travel has just grown by leaps and bounds.

I love that I am a citizen of the world.

I love that we all are.

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2 Responses to Love in the Land of Romance

  1. Julie June 11, 2012 at 1:54 pm #

    This makes me smile.

    • Taylor June 11, 2012 at 1:59 pm #

      It made me smile to write it and experience it. France = awesome.

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