Coming to Europe is like coming home for me. That’s easy to say for somebody whose parents are from Europe and who took liverwurst on rye sandwiches to school, but there’s more to it than familiarity.
It would be easy to look at the stereotypes of Europe. Europe is known for its fashion (I’m not) and for its culture (strike two), so it’s not those things either. But one thing that Europeans have figured out is lifestyle and that’s what seems to resonate with me.
We all talk about the life work balance, working smarter and working less and working to live rather than living to work, but are we doing it?
Europeans linger over a meal for hours and there isn’t a TV in sight blasting the news channel. They think that exercising to get to work is normal and that bicycle lanes are not only a good idea but common sense. Friends meet in a park or at a pub and they talk…in person.
Where else in the world can you have meat and cheese and fish on the same plate? For breakfast?
Oh, and Europeans love to travel.
No wonder I feel like I’m coming home.