Yanks. They are just such a nightmare.
Loud, uncultured, ignorant peasants. Always have been. Always will be.
I know this, as I was taught it from a young age.
Then, I met some.
Some loud ones. Some quiet ones.
Some uncultured ones. Some cultured ones.
They even came in a multitude of colours, races, creeds and religions.
Annoyingly, I have met some spectacularly amazing people that, God forbid, were born and bred in the USA.
On the quittrain.com there are some folk who are genuine, bona fide superstars from the States. Nancy, Babs, Colleen, Ava, DD, MQ, Sonic. Joe, Rez, Bakon – all on my bucket list of people to visit, thank and raise a glass with. (There are more too on this incredible site.)
I once posted on a golf site about having the possibility of tacking a day or two onto a trip to the US so that I could play a golf. Within 24 hours, it was arranged that I would be staying at someone’s house in California with guaranteed tee times on Pasatiempo, San Juan Oaks and…Pebble Beach. – Yes. THAT Pebble Beach.
The host was a Yank.
A Yank with exceptional taste in left bank Bordeaux.
I met a wonderfully intelligent, hospitable, humorous couple whom went out of their way to ensure that I enjoyed every second of my time in the USA.
It all came as a bit of a shock.
My eyes were opened to the enormity of the USA. Are there some bad things about the US? I am sure that there must be – guns would be an immediate question mark in my mind. However, in my experience, there are an incredible amount of positive things too.
Most importantly – the vast majority of Yanks seem to be ….well, quite normal people really.
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