Postby sarge » Wed Jun 19, 2019 8:33 am
A different view for what its worth.
I have enjoyed living in and visiting other parts of the world and wouldn't trade the experiences. For every violent place (and I've been compelled to visit a few) there are a hundredfold wonders to behold and the most delightful people to meet and, if you are lucky, live amongst. In many cases one returns to the US with a real appreciation of how fortunate you are to live here. And yes, in other cases one comes back for an appreciation of how others do things and can't help but think the same idea could be brought here if only we just got out more.
I sometimes wonder whether people avoid it simply because they are afraid to discover there are other countries that can compare in spite of the patrio-rhetoric served up since birth in America, an educational and social doctrine that does a great dis-service by stifling curiosity about the world and peoples around us. Live in another country, with mouth shut and mind open if you can, and the rewards are legion; what you learn of others is a gift readily proffered and very rarely accepted, and you carry that enlightenment for life.
Some of the best experiences were off the tourist path. I do not enjoy Paris for example, but Normandy is fantastic especially visiting the sites of the D-day landings (having been in the 101st myself didn't hurt. Grin!) For every obnoxious Parisianne there is an honest cheerful Norman. A starry night in the Karoo, you've never seen a three-dimensional sky to match it. Guatemala City on a Sunday morning when the boulevards are closed to motor traffic and the whole city is out for a promenade after church. Oh, just the street food! The Bavarian mountains on a snowy day, going up to the monastery atop the Kreuzberg where the monks have just tapped the Christmas beer. They brew some of the very best beer in the world there and raise St. Bernards. Any tourist can see the Pyramids, but to fly low around them in a Blackhawk sitting with your legs out the door is a vision you carry for life.
It's not to say there aren't places of beauty in America, but Vegas? Really? How about walking the Antietam battlefield on a misty August morning. Nothing spookier. Being lucky enough to be out in the Mojave near Barstow the morning after one of the very rare rains. Flowers everywhere but only for the briefest time. Taking a ship up the C&D canal to Philly, then spending the night of July 4 hitting the little waterfront bars. Travel down the Mississippi, or a three day canoe/fishing/camping expedition on the Tennessee. The Berkshires in the fall. Sorry, New England absolutely trounces Florida. Just going where the tourist bureaus have the money to tell you to visit with everyone else isn't exploring.
Last random thought. Have you ever taken notice of the beauty or interest near you? I can take a Triumph Spit (with the tent down) out my drive and in five minutes be deep in the ridges, mountains, narrows, and bottoms just to my west, turkeys, foxes, deer to see; the apple orchard roads, little twisty things just a joy to shoot round. Look up and a couple bald eagles are soaring about. The trees of the Micheaux remind me of the Ardennes, a parallel you wouldn't draw if you have never seen the Ardennes, and of the forests on the slopes of the Berks in Western Massachusetts. The Appalachian Trail goes through here, just indescribable beauty only five minutes from my own home. How many of us live near such places yet never appreciate the wonder just outside our own door?