We're all living in America

America is wunderbar! 

Take Mr. and Mrs. Rogers for example. They're on a plane, they're finally on vacation, they're landing and they are happy to see the city of their dreams trough the window. 

So what do they do first? Well, the lady is a bit thirsty so the gentleman buys her a Coke. Diet, of course. She doesn't want to be fat for the rest of her life (I'm with you sister). And he buys himself a pack of Marlboro. Light, of course. He doesn't want to die any time soon and it's so hard to quit (I'm with you brother). And then they take a cab to the hotel. So far so good. 

The next morning they eat a bowl of cereals for breakfast and they are going to Disneyland for the day. They eat ribs for lunch. The lady drinks diet coke, the gentleman light Bud. He smokes one and the magic adventure continues. Now the night is falling over this magnificent city as they eyes are slowly closing on the soft pillows of this 4 stars Holiday Inn. After they had their apple pie, of course.

As the morning rises they think that they could go out for a cup of coffee. Starbucks seems like a logical choice. And maybe some ice cream at Ben&Jerry's, why not? There's one not far from the world famous museum they're visiting today. That took them 6 hours so they're tired and hungry. Now they have to find a place to eat. Finally, McDonald's! They're eating Big Mac and fries. And they're drinking... Well, you get the point. 

The million dollar question is: Where are they?

The City of angels? The Lake Buona Vista? The Big apple? The City by the bay? 

No, they're in Paris! And no, they're not trackin down Nastassja Kinski. 

You guessed well, they're in France. 

So why the hell it sounds like they're home in the States? 

Don't get me wrong, there are few things I want more than get my kicks on Route 66 and eat in a cute Diner in the middle of nowhere. Experience the fear and loathing in Las Vegas, share my drink with immortal Charles Bukowski, find a Jack Kerouac lookalike and just hit the road... 

That would be a dream come true! 

But why bother flying to another country (continent, for that matter) and still be in America? 

Hey Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Loosen up a bit. Unclench, if you will. You're in Paris for God's sake! You dreamed about this your entire life. 

You know what they say when you're in Rome? Well, the same applies here. 

Grab a baguette, Camembert and a bottle of Bordeaux and have a picnic on the banks of the canal St. Martin. Or the Seine. Or in one of the numerous parks. Or near the Tour Eiffel. There are so many choices! 

Don't eat the apple pie (I know they are delicious). Eat Macarons and Fraisier. Or have an ice cream at Maison Berthillion. Don't drink Coke and Bud, have a Diabolo and 1664 instead. Don't go to Starbucks or McDonald's, they're still be waiting for you in their natural inhabitat. Find a local bistro. Smoke some Gitanes. If you have to go to a theme park (and you don't), go to Parc Asterix. But the most important thing, whatever you do, don't go to sleep with the sunset. You're on a holiday of your life, so act like it! 

Say "fuck you" to your comfort zone and take a walk on the wild side. 

I know it seems hard after all this years, but the Force will be with you...