Oh, Paris! I was told by many that Paris was a city not only known for love but one that a person could indeed fall in love with. The archeticture was beautiful and plentiful, museums readily available, coffee shops every three hundred feet and shopping was always an option. That said, I grew very fond of this well-known location but found "love" to be a bit elusive!
Karine always says that my American roots shine through not only in my dress, food preferences and looks but also in my mannerisms, values and life views. I never really understood this assessment until this weekend! Below you will find a table comparing my Americanism with those of my French counterparts:
Me
- Eat cereal, eggs, bacon, pancakes for breakfast
- Discuss sex with close friends
- Values marriage
- Takes about an hour to eat
- Concerned with maintaining a schedule
- Considers bossiness rude
- Does not worry about being with a group
- Uses deodorant sticks
- Uses curling irons
- Most speak only English
- Modest with nudity
- Waves and smiles at different people
- Shakes hands when introduced
French
- Eat bread and cheese for breakfast
- Discusses sex with anyone at anytime
- Sees marriage as unecessary
- Takes at least 2 and a half hours to eat
- Often late and unconcerned about time
- Considers giving orders "fair enough"
- Sprays perfume under arms to prevent odor
- Uses blowdryer and round brush, if anything, to fix hair
- most speak English plus their native tongue
- Could run around naked without a care
- Keeps distance until formally introduced
- Kisses cheeks when introduced
- Group oriented
The most interesting differnce I found was with social behavior. What I found unacceptable such as being late and telling at native Parisan where to go was not considered appauling in any capcity by the French. Rather leaving a group dinner early, failing to add to a conversation or being inflexible with time was considered inexcusable.
In any capacity, I found the French refreshingly honest and pleasant to be with. I will return to France and my newly made friends in about three weeks. I very much look forward to this!
1 comment:
How fun!! When I was in college my parents took in a student from France (actually two, first Diane, and then her sister the next year) Diane was different and I had a hard time with her, but Roxane was wonderful. I loved her, and she is a close friend now. The differences you described are so true. I wish that I would have taken the opportunity when my mom went to France for 6 weeks to stay with Roxanes parents, but I have a terrible fear of flying so I passed. I do regret it now. I should have just taken a tranquilizer and went for it!! Anyway, glad that you had fun in Paris. What a fun adventure!!
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