The Difference a Country Makes
I had already determine weren't in "Kansas"
anymore when we passed through security at Newark airport. No offense to my
Yankee friends, but the security officers in Texas were so much nicer than
those we experienced in New Jersey—airport was nicer too but I'll delve into
that in a different post.
I had been warned about various things in France as well as
told of the aspects that were far better in land with the City of Lights: don't
wear shorts—you'll get cat-called, always dress you're best, people are mean to
you if you don't speak French, the food and wine's fantastic, the produce is
better because it's all grown in the country and organic, the pastries are to
die for, everything's expensive, the ice cream comes in weird flavors but it's
great, there'll be dog poop all over the sidewalks.
You get the picture. Now some of what I personally expected
and was warned about was true, and some wasn't.
The clothing for example, this may have been an issue in
Paris but not in little ol'Angers. When the weather was warm and humid our
first week here, I could have easily gone out in shorts without undesirable
attention (and consequently wish I'd brought some light clothing for the
outings we had the first week). Secondly, I haven't felt this unspoken rule
that you MUST dress nice when stepping out of doors. Do people dress a bit
nicer here on average than in the States? Yes. Vast majority of the population
certainly knows how to rock a scarf, but I haven't noticed any leering from the
natives when I step out in less than polished dress for a quick run to the
small market.
And speaking of markets, something I wasn't anticipating was
the subtle differences in grocery options. I expected drastic changes—high
prices, unpasteurized milk, no peanut butter, etc. What I didn't expect was the
complete lack of fruit flavored cereals. Seriously. You like chocolate, Special
K, or boring healthy stuff? Great! You'll be fine in Angers. Fancy some Froot
Loops, Reeses Puffs, Corn Pops, maybe even Trix? Sorry, no can do. No raisin
bread either. It's either some sort of fruit cake or it has chocolate. Why?!
Get a can of Dr. Pepper for only 1.10 euro!
I haven't noticed a drastic difference between produce I've
bought in France versus the regular non-organic fruits and veggies I bought
back at HEB, except for the fact that the peaches here are consistently ripe
and tasty (although not quite as good as the ones that come off the tree from
my childhood home back in the good ol'Texas heartland).
We haven't eaten out too much; yes, the crepes are good but
it's hard not to be when it's hot and covered in chocolate or caramel. We went
to a pizzeria and had the Texana pizza, the crust was so thin Colton rolled up
the slices to eat them but it was yummy, along with my lasagna but they really
could've put more dressing on my salad. As for the ice cream, yes it's good but
I haven't seen anything stranger than this pink/yellow concoction Colton
decided to try, I think it was supposed to be guava but tasted more like
bubblegum. I'll review the pastries after I've done more research.
As for the French being rude if you don't speak the
language, haven't experienced it. Yes, we're out of Paris and that is supposed
to help, but so far, once the person realizes our French is severely lacking
they've worked to help us and kept it simple. When I need to get something
specific across I translate it in my phone before I leave home, it tends to
make things simpler. While talking to a doctor whose English was just a bit
better than my French, it was so reassuring when they flipped around their
computer screen to reveal Google Translate so we could have a clearer
conversation.
As for the poop on the sidewalk, it really hasn't been that
bad.
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