FreeDuck wrote:Ah, now I see. It is true that when travelling in foreign countries while American, learning a few words of the native language can go a long way. One of the negative stereo-types about us 'uneducated' Americans ( a german woman in Italy once called me this after she hit me in the shins with her suitcase while trying to toss it onto a train) is that we refuse to learn foreign languages. Of course, it's a matter of the lack of necessity, but the stereotype persists. Sadly, it's pretty much human nature to judge an entire nation of people based on the one person we met from there.
How about the 138 people we meet from there?
I've been to France on several occasions.
I have been there as a teenaged, long-haired hippy back-packer, a young and zealously liberal professional, and as a fat cat conservative magnate.
Ironically enough, the more open I was to France, the more competent I was with the language, the less content I was with my own country, the more rude and disagreeable were the French.
On my first trip to Paris I had four years of honors French under my belt and while I could hardly be considered fluid, there was no reason I needed to speak English unless my life depended upon my ability to recite in the Gettysburg Address en francaise. Never-the-less, I was literally spit upon, bombarded with refuse, and beaten by the French. The most friendly people I met there were a German student who spoke no English but did speak French, an English folk group singing in the Metro who rescued me from foul Paris and took me across the channel with them, and a pair of lovely young French lesbians who professed to love America and offered to show me the beauty of their city.
My second trip was, physically, less traumatic, but had more than its share of unpleasant encounters with rude and belligerent Frenchmen (and woman) On The Street. My hosts were, in this case, polite and friendly, although we had spirited discussions on the US and its role in the world (I have always found that I am never more patriotic than when I am overseas), and made me wonder if perhaps there were not decent Frenchmen after all.
During my recent trip I made a vow to myself that I would not take any crap from rude Frogs, and would give as good as I got. Perhaps this generated some sort of menacing aura that held the miscreants at bay, but all in all I had a lovely time; without incident---until the last day of my visit when it seemed that all of the bile Paris had been holding back from me poured forth. Cab drivers, shopkeepers, pedestrians, airport employees...they all seemed to conspire to make sure that I would not change my mind about the nature of the French. They were successful.
I'm sure that there have been Americans who have experienced a wonderful time in France. I suspect it is because they have masqueraded as Canadians, but still they came home thinking France is just OK.
Clearly, every citizen of France is not a rude and nasty piece of work when it comes to Americans, but for this Yankee, it sure seems to be the case.