American, translated
Okay, so I always try to shed as many of my americanisms as I can when I travel. Some are just impossible. When its 100 degrees fahrehneit, I’m just going to be wearing shorts and flip flops, I don’t care about local customs.
I’m closer and closer to being nationally agnostic when travelling in Europe. Yesterday I was mistaken for a local (or at least a native speaker) three times. I think I still need to lose the carharrts and keens, and that is going to be like pulling teeth…
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