Soon after I arrived in Madrid, I found myself trying to make small talk with one of the student mentors at the university. “Ummm, so,” I stuttered awkwardly, “Are you in any clubs on campus?” I assumed that this question would initiate a lengthy…
After three months in France, I’ve learned one important lesson: how you dress matters. Mid-calf socks, shorts and a polo, for example, scream “I’m American!” and if you have want to look French, all you need is a striped shirt and some dark jeans.