OK, so I
suppose many of us know this already. Tourists are jerks. We want to
see the world, but we still want the comforts of home. We supposedly
want to experience new cultures, but we're annoyed when those
cultures don't speak our language. We supposedly want to try new
foods, but we're enraged when we can't find peanut butter.
We recently
took a long weekend to Italy, which, overall, was wonderful.
However, it took almost as long to plan as the trip itself. The great thing about the internet is that it opens up so many new
opportunities – new places to stay, new things to see. Of course,
this is also the worst thing about the internet. There are seemingly
countless B&Bs and hotels, and just as many reviews to sift
through. Twenty years ago, I backpacked through Europe armed only
with my train schedule and my Lonely Planet book. How did we do
this? This was pre-cell phone, pre Paypal, pre every-single-option
listed online. Now, the number of choices seems dizzying, and for
me, paralyzing. I am terrible at this. It took me almost 2 years to
buy a new cello pick-up because I couldn't weigh the conflicting
reviews – how can something be both “best equipment ever” and a
“worthless piece of junk”?
“The
agriturismo was beautiful – out of the way in the beautiful
countryside of Tuscany. It was so remote that you could see a
million stars at night. But the internet connection was soooooooo slow.
We couldn't stream anything.” (2 stars)
“The
breakfast, as promised, had delicious pastries with preserves made
from local produce, but they were out of the organic honey that was
advertised on the website. So disappointed. If I had known that, I
probably would have stayed elsewhere.” (2.5 stars)
Seriously,
who are these people?
Most of the
bad reviews I read mainly focused on things that you can find in
America that they did not have in Italy. Many read like this:
“The
rooms were clean, but they had this weird shower thing that sprayed
all over the floor and the bathtub was tiny. All Italian bathtubs
are this way – why can't they make them bigger?” (3 stars)
- or -
“The
pizza and pasta in Italy are great, but their breakfasts are
terrible. Bread, cheese and coldcuts for breakfast? Haven't they
heard of waffles and pancakes? Or at least an omelette? Man, what I
wouldn't give for a Waffle House right now.” (2 stars)
My thoughts
are that if you won't be happy unless you can eat at a Waffle House,
you should probably only vacation in places that have a Waffle House.
Go to Georgia or Texas – you'll love it there.
Essentially,
traveling to new and different places requires a certain degree of
adjustment. If you want things to be exactly the way they are at
home, you should stay home. These changes might be uncomfortable, but sometimes you have to roll with it. I
still remember traveling with our friends Rob and Lisa in Paris when Rob couldn't even fold himself into the “hobbit tub.” But the
sights were beautiful, the staff were so pleasant, and France had
just won the World Cup quarter final and Parisians were celebrating
in the streets. Even with the hobbit tub, it was still at least 4.5
stars. When I traveled to Greece with my friend Jen, we were excited
to order an actual vegetarian meal, only to be served a plate of
potatoes and peas. But at least the wine was cheap and plentiful.
When traveling with my friends Jane and Hannah and my brother Joe, we
stayed at perhaps the scariest hostel I've ever seen. But it made
the next night seem so much nicer. And I once took a 28-hour bus trip from Bucharest to Istanbul with my friends Michelle and Cheri. (Not advised - seriously NO stars.) But man, when we returned, did we ever have stories to tell. Yes, sometimes these inconveniences do make it nice to come home, which is also part of
the fun of travel.
This time, we stayed for two nights at a lovely little “agriturismo”
(farm stay) in the Tuscan countryside. It was not fancy, but the
landscape was breathtaking. Minutes upon arrival however, Eric
checked the coffee situation and realized that there was only a rusty
little old percolator. This could be calamitous. Eric has
carefully-calculated caffeine needs each morning to avoid headaches. Were we actually going
to have to drink (shudder) instant coffee? We took the plunge, and
discovered two things:
1.) Nescafe is
not as bad as it used to be.
2.) Even tepid
water with overcooked grounds would taste ok if you could have
breakfast here.
If we were like some of the reviewers seen above, the review might read something like this:
“Well,
it's beautiful, but when they say 'remote and peaceful' they really
mean remote. All you can see for miles around is farmland and the
Tuscan countryside. Plus, the coffee maker was rusty and the cheap
corkscrew broke!” (2 stars)
Instead, it
will most likely read like this:
“Lovely,
peaceful rural setting, surrounded by mountains and olive groves as far as the eye can see. Our
daughter loved the swing and searching for salamanders. Kind, warm,
generous hosts – they even drove up and dropped off a new corkscrew
after 9 at night. Having breakfast looking out at the Tuscan
countryside was amazing – we didn't want to leave. Even Nescafe
tasted good here.” (5 stars, plus all those in the Tuscan sky.)
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