What’s your fondest memory from outside of the United States?

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  2. I can’t say I have one, as I’ve never left. I think that’s probably true of most Americans, especially ones that don’t live near the Canadian or Mexican border.

    Unless things I’ve seen on TV or read about count. If it does then I’d say Jordan Burroughs taking gold at the London Olympics.

  3. I got a little tipsy in the Dominican Republic and stumbled to a car wash that had cold beer. Some locals taught me how to play dominos.

  4. My three week trip to Bali, Indonesia in the 1980s. I’ve heard it’s become more touristy since but at the time it was quite easy to get away from the tourist spots and explore.

  5. Oktoberfest in Munich has to be up there. The only place in Europe I found where you just meet and bullshit with strangers. Loved the cultural exchange.

  6. Pulled in to Scotland one time and me and few buddies found probably the best pizza parlor in the world in Glasgow. I don’t remember what it was called or where it was specifically, but it was on the side of an avenue/plaza thing and had a green awning. Their artichoke pizza was delicious

    It was also the first time I’d had authentic beer from Germany, Austria, and Belgium

  7. The fondest: sitting in a student bar in Germany with a few others from my home college, having our first German beers after we arrived but before classes started. The Killer’s *Human* played on the jukebox. We toasted and talked about what our plans were. I could feel the growing sense of adventure and the beginning of something special.

  9. My family would regularly camp in McGregor Point provincial park in Canada. It was during the US Labor Day holiday before the start of the school year, which meant we had the pick of the park. Despite it being a chilly time of year we always had a good time what with the long road trip to and from and the beautiful and nearly empty campground. Not a specific memory per se but a bundle of fond memories from my youth.

  11. When I was around 8 I was in Argentina meeting my dads side of the family and I remember driving around this big lake with one of my uncles or dads cousin, someone I was somehow related to, and him just telling us that this is was the culo or the ass of the lake. It’s a stupid memory but I think it’s funny

  12. I went to college in Vermont, and my friends and I used to pool our money and go up to Montreal for the weekend a few times a year. One time we went with like 10 people. We rented one hotel room, and we mostly just bar hopped and went to restaurants. That weekend was genuinely one of the best of my life, we had so much fun.

  13. Definitely having lunch in Montmartre, Paris with my partner. I wish I could go back and do it again with more gratefulness and calmness than the first time though.

  15. Seeing Brian May and Roger Taylor play in Toronto back in 07/08. Closest I’ll ever get to seeing a true Queen performance.

  17. I got to visit Paris with my family when I was in high school, my favorite memory is climbing the big stairs up to Sacre Coeur and walking around Montmartre and getting ice cream and just looking out over Paris at sundown. There was a guy playing a cello nearby and it was so serene and cinematic. One of my favorite memories of my whole life, not just outside of the US.

  18. I have been outside of the US exactly once and that was a week’s trip to Paris. My fondest memory there? Oddly enough, of the small moments spend traveling through the streets and a particularly funny story I wasn’t present for where my sister was mistakenly thought to speak French when a waitress couldn’t understand my dad. The actual sights were alright but not nearly as enthralling as the experience of just being there. I kind of hope to see it again some day because that was before my gender transition and with my exceedingly difficult father.

  19. Drinking wine in Venice with my spouse on the evening of our first wedding anniversary.

  20. Maybe the best overseas day of my life was visiting the Borromeo Islands with my sister. That was a fantastic day. The food, the weather, the sights, the history. What a glorious day. And an albino peacock attacked my sister for her sandwich on Isola Madre.

    Close second was the day a naked guy taught a group of us as teens to play bocci just outside of Marseilles.

  21. Hanging out with my relatives in India as they sip tea and read newspapers, while I look out the window onto the dusty streets and crowded alleys.

  23. I think I remember a few brief glimpses of Mexico. Walking around, getting one of those drums that have the balls on a string. I was very young though.

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