How Far Can I Swim?

Posted: October 20, 2012 in America, Life, Love, Politics, sex, Society, Travel, women
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Okay, so I’m in a list making mood … yet again. This one is why Americans should love Europeans. Disclaimer * I have yet to go to Europe, but Europe has come to me.

1. Accents are awesome! Brits, Scots, Irish, French and Italian need only speak a few words and American chastity is no more!

2. Music: The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Sex Pistols, The Who and Pink Floyd – brilliant!

3. The French have given us The Statue of Liberty, awesome kisses, food rich in butter, cream and cheese, love times 100 and champagne. Tres magnifique!

4. Italians, like the French, have blessed us with sinful food and wine. So go to the Vatican for confession as soon as possible.

5. Europe is the wellspring of art. Michelangelo, Rafael, Da Vinci, Monet, Degas, Manet, Picasso, Rembrandt, Klimt and on and on – have exposed us to beautiful humanity.

6. Greece is the birthplace of democracy, The Olympics and Mediterranean goodness.

7. The UK has Stonehenge, James Bond, castles galore, the lovely Queen Elizabeth, fish and chips and blood pudding! Not bad considering that in can fit in my California!

8. Hollywood ( 10 minutes away) loves British and Italian imports. Just a few notables: Daniel Craig, Clive Owen, Danny Boyle (brilliant filmmaker), Judy Dench, Helen Mirren, Roberto Benigni, Sofia Loren

9. Some of the nicest, most unpretentious people I’ve ever met have been European.

10. Europe gave America her basis. Our first immigrants were from England, Ireland, France, Germany and Russia. We are them and they are us.


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