Faith Venture

It’s 11 am in Madrid. My first trip to Spain. I just checked in to the hotel about 30 minutes ago. Time to walk a little, grab lunch, and then take a power nap.

Once I was shopping in Paris and a store clerk asked me in French if I was Spanish.

Today, even though I was speaking English at the reception desk, the manager who was escorting me to my room to show me the amenities started to ask me something in French.

I told her about the store experience. She said, well you do look Spanish.

My formula, keep your mouth shut as much as possible and smile. In Western Europe, they’ll just assume I’m one of them–at least for a while.

Actually, the same formula works anywhere in the world, even if you don’t look like a local.

Courtesy is a universal language.

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