a skinny iced chai and chocolate covered espresso beans...
I found this article on Americans in Slovakia yesterday:
http://www.slovakspectator.sk/clanok-1742.html
It's curious because there are so few Americans here. The Americans I have seen were pretty inconspicuous (especially compared to the rowdy Brits). Despite the condescending tone of the article, I am half-convinced that the author has never met an actual American and can't distinguish different English accents. The cliched stereotypes are all there of course: Americans are obsessed with hygiene, Americans are fat, Americans have nice teeth and smile constantly, Americans are loud and wear baseball caps.
A few days ago while we were walking to dinner in Old Town Dani was accosted by an elderly Eastern European man who asked if she was American. American girls, he said, are healthy and like to eat. She responded that she was a Canadian but pointed to me and said significantly "*she* is an American". I looked at him and nodded slightly, annoyed at Dani's outing me to random people on the street. He scrutinized me, and his forehead scrunched as if he was deep in thought. He turned back to Dani, "you are not an American?" My trainer deserves a medal.
I am off to Vienna again tonight where I plan to camp out at Starbucks (despite James rabid anti-cooperate sentiments - it gets more irritating by the day) and find the other Americans.
I would kill for cajun food. Cajun food, and a dry cleaners.
http://www.slovakspectator.sk/clanok-1742.html
It's curious because there are so few Americans here. The Americans I have seen were pretty inconspicuous (especially compared to the rowdy Brits). Despite the condescending tone of the article, I am half-convinced that the author has never met an actual American and can't distinguish different English accents. The cliched stereotypes are all there of course: Americans are obsessed with hygiene, Americans are fat, Americans have nice teeth and smile constantly, Americans are loud and wear baseball caps.
A few days ago while we were walking to dinner in Old Town Dani was accosted by an elderly Eastern European man who asked if she was American. American girls, he said, are healthy and like to eat. She responded that she was a Canadian but pointed to me and said significantly "*she* is an American". I looked at him and nodded slightly, annoyed at Dani's outing me to random people on the street. He scrutinized me, and his forehead scrunched as if he was deep in thought. He turned back to Dani, "you are not an American?" My trainer deserves a medal.
I am off to Vienna again tonight where I plan to camp out at Starbucks (despite James rabid anti-cooperate sentiments - it gets more irritating by the day) and find the other Americans.
I would kill for cajun food. Cajun food, and a dry cleaners.