Sunday, August 8, 2010

I Come From the Land Down Under


One of the most important parts of any European excursion is a person’s first interaction with traveling Australians. We—our group—met our globetrotting Aussies in Český Krumlov (The most beautiful and charming secret everyone needs to hear about and see when visiting the Czech Republic. The definition of quaint. A life-size snow globe). No one quite understands an Australian’s unique travel schedule but no one would complain either. Every traveling Australian a person meets in Europe is like a little gift. In the Czech Republic, it is like a gift from God.

The meeting is always altogether ordinary: “YOU SPEAK ENGLISH!” “I SPEAK ENGLISH!” …And you friends, mates, besties for remainder of your stay. For them (the Australians), the friendship starts and ends there. An American in awe of a Aussie’s Aussie-ness is a dime a dozen. For you (the star-struck American), you hope the lunch, dinner, trip, casual sighting…will never end. Then he or she speaks…and all of your wildest dreams have come true.

Okay, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but meeting an Australian in Europe is a lot of fun. They are fun to talk with. They are fun to drink with. They just are fun.

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