I’m on the last leg of my three-flight journey home to Boston.
After my time in India and Nepal, I flew to Australia for a month to visit my
sister Tali and do some traveling. When I landed in Brisbane, Tali greeted me
at the airport with a loaf of gluten-free bread and a sign with my name on it.
We didn’t really need the sign, since odds were that we’d recognize each other,
and in the end, she greeted me in the airport with a running hug anyway, but
having your name on a sign makes you feel nice. Everyone should have their name
on a sign at some point.
A nearly empty residential street in Brisbane |
The thing about traveling in a foreign country, as opposed to
living there, is that you spend much more time with other foreigners than with
locals. Consequently, most of the people I met were European and Asian. I met people from Germany, Switzerland, Scotland,
England, Ireland, Spain, Portugal, Belgium, Brazil, and China, among other
countries. The questions people asked me about quality of life in the US were
really fascinating. I played pickup-basketball with some Chinese students at
Tali’s school, and afterwards, one asked if I own a gun, because he heard it’s
really dangerous in the US. Europeans were particularly interested in our
healthcare system and comparing it to how cheap and easy it is for them to get care anywhere in
the EU. A Korean asked me about why Obama says that our educational system
needs to take cues from schools in Asian countries, which made for a good
conversation about the gap we have between available jobs and the skillset of
our workforce. We even talked about why there aren’t more women in technology,
one of my favorite ever topics! See Tali’s article about this here.
It started to strike me how the geographical isolation of the US
(as opposed to a European country) has made Americans much less aware of the
rest of the world, not in terms of events, but culturally. Speaking English as
a first language is surely a blessing, as English is the language that people
use to travel, and sometimes even work, all over the world. But it isn’t really
fair that I am able to articulate my thoughts exactly as they’re formed in my
head, while anyone for whom English is a second, third, or fourth language may
have to drastically simplify an idea in order to express it to me in my
language. Beyond this aspect, there is so much more communication behind a spoken sentence than the plain translation of the words. By not speaking other languages, Americans are implicitly telling the rest of the world that we expect them to meet us culturally as well. The gesture of saying “Good morning” or “How are you” in a foreign
language seems to be the American feeble attempt at international bridge building,
and many of us don’t even do that.
Which brings me to my actual point. American travelers have a
pretty bad reputation, and I’ve gotten a few glimpses at the reasons why. Everyone
thinks we’re loud and obnoxious, and that’s probably because there are a lot of
loud, obnoxious Americans on the travel circuit, fresh out of high school,
probably thinking that everyone wants to be American and move to America. I think
I was subconsciously under the same impression, and it might have something to
do with the number of immigrant families and first generation Americans I know,
and the fact that more people want to stay here than the government wants to
keep. Well, newsflash, people like their
own countries too. The loud, obnoxious Americans kind of drown out the
introverted, low-key Americans, to the point that on a bus tour in Melbourne,
after my turn during a round of introductions, the bus driver shouted, “Well I
never met a quiet American before!” People like to point out that when someone
asks where an American is from, the American will answer with the name of a
city and not the name of our country, unlike every other citizen of the world,
thus implying that everyone should know what an American sounds like and where
all of our cities are located. Add these generalizations to the foreign
impression that Americans like to start wars wherever they want and can’t speak
any languages but English, and I start to understand why Canadians get offended
when they’re mistaken for us.
During my first few weeks in India, I had this new sense of
patriotic wonder, thinking to myself, how did I never appreciate all of the
freedoms and privileges I had just by growing up in my country? From the
clothes I wear, to the education I got, to the different opportunities I was
lucky to even entertain, I took a lot for granted. But after this time away, I
see that the US has its faults and shortcomings as well, ultimately making it
just like any other country. Figures I had to fly to the other side of the world to see that.