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.