Written by: Charles Stallworth
One thing that has always excited me about GTE was the degree of culture shock that I’d get to experience. I guess culture shock has been intriguing to me from a young age; when I was around 8 years old, I remember I found it so fascinating that people in New Jersey didn’t pump their own gas. In hindsight, this was quite a minor example of culture shock, as after visiting 8 countries over the span of 3 weeks, I have become increasingly aware of the obvious fact that New Jersey is much more similar to Atlanta than any country in Europe will ever be. So, let’s go over just a few of my findings from these past couple of weeks.
My First European Transaction: The Bathroom
To start, on our bus ride from the Frankfurt Airport to Metz, we stopped by a gas station about an hour in. As some 25 of us descended upon the humble shop, with the hopes of using the bathroom, we were all met with a puzzling scene: a gate, a kiosk, and a sign in German. While most of us couldn’t comprehend the complete sign, the largest part of it was perfectly clear: “1 €”. Some made a quiet protest, leaving the scene in a huff, but for the majority, the decision had already been made. With a collective groan, we begrudgingly readied our debit cards.
Bathrooms in a lot of chain quick service establishments all over Europe, whether they be gas stations, convenience stores, or fast food restaurants, often come with some sort of small fee: usually anywhere between .50 and 2 euros. Now granted, some of these places will give you some voucher of equal value to use in-store, but a lot of them just treat the bathroom as its own independent purchase. I would be lying to pretend like this isn’t an objectively good business practice, but just let’s keep it a good European business practice, you know? If this were implemented at my local QuikTrip, it would probably ruin my entire week.
A Demonstration of German Efficiency:
While gazing out the window about two hours into our trip to Metz, I saw a car on fire in the middle of the opposite side of the highway. While the accident itself was shocking enough, the most fascinating part of this situation was the traffic behind it. On this two-lane highway, cars had crowded onto the left and right shoulders, creating a straight shot for emergency personnel to arrive at the accident. A majority of people even switched off their engines, saving gas and helping the environment. The best part? There was no police to direct people to do this, no, they just did it by themselves. While this is a law in Germany, it’s just really impressive that it was actually followed without being enforced. Apparently, as shown in the diagram below, this is a common practice for highways of any size.
Now this is something that I wouldn’t mind becoming a mainstay in the US, as it would easily make driving on the interstate at least 20% more bearable, although it wouldn’t actually ever happen.
The First Carrefour Experience:
Carrefour is basically a French Walmart that is about a 25-minute walk from the Pythagore dorms. My first experience in French Walmart came with an avalanche of a lot of minor shocks that’ll go over really quickly.
First off, Carrefour might just be one of the most overstimulating places I have ever been to, which is saying something as I am already keenly aware how stores like Walmart work; the only key difference here is that everything is in French. Turns out, being surrounded by labels and signage in a language that you don’t understand makes things incredibly challenging, turning something simple, like finding milk or eggs, into some sort of arduous scavenger hunt. Every time I walk into Carrefour, I just become more and more grateful for the ability to read.
Secondly, things that you would expect to be refrigerated, like milk and eggs, aren’t. This is apparently because there are different farming standards in the EU, allowing milk, eggs, and a host of other things to be shelf-stable without refrigeration. While this makes sense, it is quite jarring to pick up a bottle of warm milk and have it be totally fine.
Lastly, let’s talk about the checkout process. The cashiers are always sitting down (seriously, why isn’t this a thing in America?), and you are expected to bag your own groceries in your own bags. For the latter, while this isn’t that shocking, not realizing this on your first trip can be quite humbling, as you now lug your milk, eggs, and mattress topper on that 25-minute walk that you swore was shorter on the way there.
I’ll end with this: the most surprising piece of culture shock that I’ve experienced so far is just how easily everyone can tell that you are American. In just three weeks, I have been identified as American many times, often before I even open my mouth. I always ask: “How did you know?” and I get a myriad of answers, from how I stand, to the fact that I wore gym shorts one time, or just some other miscellaneous mannerism. This serves as a pretty cool reminder that I really am a fish out of water over here, and that every day brings something new and exciting to explore.