I feel a bit silly about imagining that France might have become so Americanized that it wouldn’t seem much different. It is overwhelmingly foreign, in an unending variety of aspects. I had not anticipated how out of my element I would feel – the language is only one of many dimensions that makes me feel insecure. Traffic and driving patterns, texture of streets and sidewalks, the appearance of the communities and architecture, the style and mannerism of the French – all are so unlike home that I feel quite overloaded by the evening.
To read about our first tour in Europe, here’s the complete journal.