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Top 5 Skills I’ve Learned In Europe

1- Holding on for dear life. Yes, Ryanair…I’m talking to you. Really though, what can you expect when you pay .50 pence for a flight to Spain (plus taxes of course)??

2- Eating outside. No thank you, I will NOT pay an eat-in fee. C’mon jambon baguette…let’s go sit under the Eiffel Tower. 

3- Avoiding cute flower panhandlers. Not sure what it is, but Europe has much more attractive vagabonds and crooks than we do here in the States. And naturally, they all tell you how beautiful you are…bella americana, indeed.

4- Reading a (real, live) map without the help of my beloved iPhone. No international service brings out the retro in all of us.

5- Asking for ice…and specifically, more than one piece of it. 

 

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Top 5 Things That Unsettle Me

1- Foreign pronunciation. Do you pronounce the word correctly and risk sounding like a pompous prick? Or do you go with the general pronunciation and risk sounding like an uneducated plebe? I never know what to do!
(common offenders: Cap-ri or Cuhpri, Lou-vre or Louve, VUI-tton or Vatahn)

2- Oxford commas. So apparently, these are not necessary in our modern age…but I still heart them! I’ve tried to switch over but just can’t commit. I love that little guy.

3- Carry-on measurements. Does anyone’s bag actually fit in those little metal boxes? Doubtful. My advice is to walk past swiftly and determined…once you get past security you’re clear! They can make you gate-check but it won’t cost you anything, huzzah!

4- Tipping at semi-self-serve places. So I ordered, picked up my food, and fixed my own drink…but you cleared away the dishes. What is the appropriate protocol here?!

5- Asking for ranch dressing. God knows I love it…but no doubt the server is judging. Also, as sweet as it can be, the southern accent does nothing for the word “ranch.”

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