From Fetal Duck Eggs to Horse Steaks, These Meals Are Legal Abroad but Forbidden Stateside.

Have you ever looked at an American menu and thought, “Where’s the raw snake blood?”

No? Just me then.

The first time I heard about someone drinking a shot with a live snake heart bobbing in it like a fleshy ice cube, I was in Bulgaria, sitting across from a fellow traveler who had just come back from Hanoi.

His eyes lit up the way mine did the first time I found decent Georgian wine for under two euros.

He told the story with such pride, as if slurping cardiac muscle was a rite of passage.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to digest the mayonnaise pizza I had in Kyiv back in 1999… lol.

In all my time wandering through Ukraine, Albania, Thailand, Spain, and beyond, whether working, traveling or just trying to survive Cyrillic, I’ve picked up a strange truth.

Some of the best dishes I’ve come across would absolutely terrify most American diners.

Not because they’re unsafe. Because they don’t come with ketchup or a side of ranch.

Oh, and you won’t find them at Applebee’s. 

In fact, you probably won’t find them anywhere in the U.S. without risking a visit from the health department or Homeland Security.

Why? 

Because these aren’t just exotic recipes. They’re culinary middle fingers to Western food laws. 

They challenge our sense of safety, our ethics, and in some cases, our gag reflex.

In this article, I’m going to take you on a global tour of the foods that are illegal in the U.S. but perfectly normal elsewhere.

Some I’ve seen firsthand.

Others were served up by former colleagues or travelers who had no business surviving the things they put in their mouths.

From fetal duck eggs to dishes that fight back while you chew, this list isn’t just about banned foods.

It’s about what those bans say about us.

So, brace yourself my fellow Americans.

You’re about to discover why the U.S. food code is less about health and more about fear.

1. Snake Heart Shots: Vietnam’s Boldest Ritual

I met a former CELTA classmate in Bulgaria who casually mentioned slamming a shot in Vietnam with a live snake heart still twitching in it.

He said it pulsed all the way down. I nearly spit my beer across the table.

The drink is meant to boost stamina and, apparently, confidence.

Try serving that in the U.S. and you’ll get slapped with health code violations and a visit from animal rights activists.

In Vietnam, it’s a show of strength. In the U.S., it’s a criminal offense.

So the question is not why they drink it. It’s why we can’t stomach the idea.

Worth remembering: What’s seen as barbaric in one country is often a ritual in another.

Sometimes the line between bravery and “Are you insane?” is cultural, not culinary.

2. Live Octopus: The Meal That Fights Back

I met a traveler in Thessaloniki who once ate live octopus in Seoul. He said it latched onto his face while he chewed like his life depended on it.

I had octopus (cooked, not live) on the Camino in Spain. They call it pulpo, and it was damn good.

Pulpo a la Gallega comes on a wooden plate, soaked in olive oil, hit with paprika and sea salt.

Perfect with a cold beer or crisp white wine. Especially after walking 20 kilometers in the blazing sun.

In Korea though, live octopus is considered fresh.

In the U.S., it’s considered a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Health codes hate it. So do animal rights groups. 

Most Americans see something still moving and assume it belongs on a documentary, not a dinner plate.

Keep in mind: Just because something moves doesn’t mean it’s alive, and just because it’s dead doesn’t mean it’s legal to eat.

3. Fugu: Japan’s Lethal Delicacy

In Frankfurt, I missed a flight to Kyiv and ended up sharing a hostel room in a culinary school with an expat from Osaka.

He told me eating fugu was like playing Russian roulette with chopsticks.

Only licensed chefs can serve it. One wrong cut, and you’re done.

In Japan, it’s a flex. 

In the U.S., it’s mostly banned or buried in red tape.

American food laws treat danger like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Not something you season and serve.

Bottom line: Risk can be part of the recipe elsewhere.

In the U.S., it’s a reason to shut a place down.

4. Horse Meat: Common Abroad, Taboo at Home

I lived in France for a time, and while I never ordered horse meat, I saw it on menus without the slightest fanfare.

However, back in the U.S., eating a horse would make headlines and probably end in a Congressional hearing.

Technically, horse is legal to eat, but slaughtering horses for food is banned.

Still can’t wrap my head around that one.

The line between animal and family member runs deep in the American psyche.

Dogs get sweaters, pigs get smoked.

Horses? Too noble to grill, I guess.

Chew on this: Food taboos are often just cultural habits dressed up in moral outrage. Your meat is someone else’s pet, and vice versa.

5. Balut: A Fetal Duck Egg That Splits the World

I’ve never had balut, but a teaching buddy from Canada once cracked one open at a market in Thailand and almost lost his lunch and dignity in the same bite.

Balut is a fertilized duck egg with a partially developed embryo inside.

Bones, beak, feathers and all. Crunch optional.

Balut’s considered a delicacy in the Philippines, but in the U.S., it’s viewed somewhere between Fear Factor and biohazard.

Most states avoid it under vague food safety codes, but the real obstacle is visual.

Americans eat hot dogs made from mystery meat, but a visible beak? 

That’s where the line gets drawn.

Keep this in your back pocket: We’re more afraid of what we can see than what we can’t. Texture and truth terrify more than toxins.

6. Dog Meat: A Cultural Practice Now in Decline

In Ukraine back in the late 90s, I never saw dog on a menu, though I did get offered some mysterious stew in a rural village that I politely declined.

In parts of rural Asia, dog meat is still eaten, though it’s becoming less common.

In the U.S., it’s not just frowned upon. Slaughtering dogs for food is illegal. 

Culturally, it’s the equivalent of trying to roast your therapist. Even though some may deserve it…

The dog occupies a sacred place in the American household. 

The same can’t be said everywhere.

To remember: You don’t have to agree with someone’s menu to understand their history.

Context matters…. So does compassion.

7. Shark Fin Soup: A Status Symbol Under Fire

Shark fin soup is one of those dishes that shows up at weddings in Hong Kong or upscale banquets in some Chinese communities.

I’ve never been to one, but I met a fellow traveler in Spain who told me it was like chicken noodle soup made from controversy.

It’s banned in many U.S. states, not because it’s dangerous to eat, but because of the brutal way sharks are harvested.

The soup itself isn’t the villain. The fishing practices are.

Here’s what this tells us: Sometimes it’s not the food but the footprint that gets a dish banned. Ethics can do what flavor alone cannot.

8. Bats: From Ancient Traditions to Modern Scapegoats

Long before COVID hit, bats were consumed in parts of Southeast Asia and the Pacific.

A traveler I met in Romania told me he ate bat stew in Palau. Said it was tough, gamey, and smelled like a biology lab.

Since the pandemic, bat consumption has become the ultimate taboo.

In the U.S., you’d be accused of trying to start the next outbreak just by suggesting it.

Health fears have all but erased centuries of culinary tradition in some places.

Worth noting: A single global event can rewrite centuries of tradition overnight. Fear has a stronger aftertaste than flavor.

9. Insects: Celebrated in Mexico, Forbidden in America

I’ve eaten grasshoppers in Spain during a weird fusion food night, and honestly, they weren’t bad. Crunchy, salty, protein-packed.

In Mexico, insects are a staple.

In the U.S., they’re something you swat, not serve.

Despite being sustainable and nutritious, insects are heavily restricted or outright banned in many U.S. states. 

Americans just cannot get past the mental image.

Bugs equal dirt. Dirt equals disease.

Never mind the ingredient list on your average fast-food burger.

Food for thought: What we accept as edible often comes down to marketing, not science. We fear what looks unfamiliar, even if it might save the planet.

Would You Try These or Run for the Door?

You’ve made it through nine dishes that would never make it onto a Cheesecake Factory menu.

Some are banned outright.

Others are just too taboo to touch.

But each one reveals more about us than it does about the food itself.

What scares us at the dinner table often has little to do with danger and everything to do with identity, culture, and comfort zones.

I Turn It Over To You

Which one would you try?

Snake heart? Balut? Maybe the bugs? Please don’t say “dog meat”…

Drop your answers in the comments and don’t hold back. 

We’re all judging each other just a little. In the most delicious way possible.

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Think Americans Are Too Loud, Direct, or Curious? Here’s Why Those Traits Might Be Your Biggest Travel Advantage

Have you ever been told to “tone it down” while traveling?

Smile less, talk softer, don’t ask too many questions.

Blend in.

Act European.

That was me in my early post-Camino days, fresh off 500 miles of blisters, bread, and blasphemous Camino thoughts.

After years of vacationing in France, I finally had the chance to live there for a few months.

Ironically, during those early trips, when I was my most unfiltered American self, that I met some of the kindest people and made a few lifelong friends.

Being open and a little loud had actually worked.

But when I returned from the Camino and moved in, I decided it was time to adjust.

I imagined I’d blend right in.

I didn’t.

I tried to match the cool French detachment, adopting the facial expression of someone perpetually unimpressed.

But apparently, deadpan doesn’t work when your accent screams “foreigner” before you even finish ordering your coffee.

Then came Ukraine. I arrived in 1998 with a French humanitarian group, met someone and fell in love.

By 1999, I had moved there.

That’s when I fully committed to blending in

I practiced the local scowl, mumbled a half-hearted “dobryy den,” and avoided eye contact like it was radioactive.

The result?

People thought I was either depressed or plotting something.

Maybe both.

Eventually, I ditched the performance. 

• I started smiling more often again.
• I started asking questions.
• I even began talking to strangers like they were long-lost cousins at a barbecue.

That’s when things shifted. People opened up.

Conversations happened.

I actually started making friends in places where I’d previously only collected awkward silences and side-eyes.

In this article, I’m going to tell you why all those “rude” American habits like smiling, chatting, and asking curious questions might just be your secret weapon abroad.

Sometimes, being a little loud, a little direct, and a little too friendly is exactly what the world didn’t know it needed.

1. Saying “Hi” to Strangers Is Weird Until It Isn’t

When I walked the Camino de Santiago a second time, I planned to stay quiet and not disturb the peace.

That lasted half a day.

Outside Burgos, a Dutch couple looked as miserable as I felt.

My inner American kicked in. “Morning!

Where you two limping in from?” We ended up walking together for hours, swapping stories about blisters and breakups.

In Poland during my CELTA course, I tried the opposite.

Head down, eyes on my zloty.

On a tram, I nodded at the old woman next to me and said hello.

Her whole face lit up.

She told me my accent sounded “hopeful,” then launched into a detailed critique of post-communist pensions.

She also gave me directions to the best pierogi in town.

What to remember: Sometimes a simple “Hi” opens a door that silence never could.

2. Being Direct Is Off-Putting but Also Refreshing

In France, subtlety is considered an art form. Unfortunately, I paint with a roller.

During a dinner in a town outside of Strasbourg, I asked the waiter why the red wine tasted like regret.

The table gasped. The waiter blinked.

Then he broke into a grin and brought a better bottle “on the house.”

Everyone started opening up after that. 

Turns out directness, when done without arrogance, can cut through the social tension like a warm knife through Camembert.

I learned the same in Georgia, where everyone is friendly until it’s time for real talk. 

At a friend’s supra, I asked why one guy never toasted anyone at the table.

It got quiet.

Then he admitted he didn’t drink anymore.

Instead of killing the mood, it sparked a round of honest conversation about family and health.

The supra became more than a parade of toasts and meat.

What to remember: Politeness is nice, but honesty with kindness often wins more respect.

3. Smiling at People Makes You Look Simple or Makes Their Day

In Kyiv, one of my students told me that smiling too much makes you look naïve and stupid.

I thanked her, then later that day walked into Silpo, a local supermarket, and smiled at the guy in line behind me who looked like he might be planning a robbery.

He blinked, then grinned. “You’re not from here,” he said in English.

We talked for ten minutes about instant coffee and why Ukrainians can’t quit it.

On another occasion years later, I smiled at a tired woman on a train in Bulgaria.

She offered my some homemade Banitsa she had brought along for the journey.

Smiling didn’t make me look like a fool.

It made people pause, then open up.

What to remember: Smile if you feel like it.

Someone might need it more than you think.

4. Asking “What Do You Do?” Isn’t Intrusive It’s How You Bond

I was warned not to ask this in Eastern Europe. Too personal. Too capitalistic.

In reality, it depends on how you ask.

In a café in Lviv, I asked a guy what he did for work, then added, “if you don’t mind me being nosey.”

He said he was a lawyer, but hated it, and was spending his free time roasting coffee beans in his garage, hoping to turn it into a business.

He brought me a free espresso and said, “Thanks for asking.”

The trick is not assuming people define themselves by their job.

It’s about curiosity, not status.

I asked a taxi driver in Romania what he liked most about his job. He said it let him watch football all day on his phone without anyone judging.

That was his real passion.

What to remember: When you ask with real interest, people usually answer with more than just a job title.

5. Complimenting Strangers? Taboo. Unless You Mean It

In Italy, I complimented a woman on her coat. She looked me up and down like I had just proposed marriage.

Then she laughed and told me where to buy one like it, if I had “the courage to wear it properly.”

I took it as a compliment.

In Spain, during one of my Camino walks, I told a German hiker his socks were impressively dry.

He grinned, told me his entire sock-drying system, and we ended up walking together for three days.

People know when you mean it.

Ego-based compliments fall flat

But tell someone their earrings look like tiny works of art, or that their English is surprisingly natural, and they’ll light up like a pinball machine.

What to remember: Be sincere and specific.

A compliment with heart cuts through cultural ice.

6. Oversharing? Maybe. But Vulnerability Builds Trust

In Beaune, I told a hotel receptionist I was biking through Burgundy to clear my head after a breakup.

She nodded, shared her own story, then marked three quiet villages along the Route des Grands Crus on my map where I could camp and think.

On a marshrutka in Ukraine, I mentioned to a fellow passenger that I was nervous about a visa registration issue.

He gave me directions to the local office in our neighborhood and offered to help translate if needed.

Later that week, we ran into each other again and ended up having a beer at a local kiosk.

What to remember: People often match your energy. If you show up real, so will they.

7. Tipping Generously Might “Spoil” the Locals But They’ll Remember You

In a small café in Tirana, I tipped more than the cost of my breakfast. The waiter looked stunned, then proud.

The next day, when I came back, he brought me fresh pastries and said, “For the kind man from America.”

I didn’t do it to impress him.

I just remembered what it felt like to be broke and unseen.

People love generosity, especially when it feels spontaneous.

In Sofia, I tipped the guy playing accordion near the metro and he started following me down the street, playing what he claimed was my “walking song.”

Was it awkward? A little.

Did I love it? Absolutely.

What to remember: A little generosity goes a long way, especially when it isn’t expected.

Why “Too American” Might Be Exactly Right

Everywhere I went, I was told to tone it down.

But every time I dialed it back, I felt I had lost something… Connection, laughter, even a little humanity. 

Being “too American” didn’t ruin my travels.

It made them.

So go ahead and smile at the waiter. Ask the awkward question. 

Tell someone their jacket makes them look like a Bond villain, or like they just stepped out of a Cold War spy film shot on a budget in Eastern Europe.

You might just be the highlight of their day.

What about you?

Have you ever leaned into your American side abroad and had it work in your favor?

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You Think You’re Going Home. What You Find Is a Parallel Universe Where Everything Is Louder, Pricier, and Smells Like Cinnamon.

Have you ever stepped into a place that’s so familiar it feels foreign?

That was me, touching down in the U.S. after years of living in Ukraine, Georgia, Albania, and France.

I’d also passed through Spain, Ireland, Thailand, Poland, and a few other “lands” where asking for ketchup often sparks a philosophical debate.

I didn’t move back.

I just came to visit.

For a few weeks, some errands, a birthday party or a wedding, maybe even a guilty visit to an Outback Steakhouse and my favorite BBQ or a fast food joint.

That’s it.

But somehow, my own country hit me like a surprise wave of pancakes and maple-syrup-scented culture shock.

It wasn’t even just the prices or the “have a nice day” auto-smiles.

It was everything. The grocery stores looked like a TikTok sets.

The coffee came in buckets. The small talk was relentless.

Even the sidewalks felt suspiciously… smooth.

A former teaching colleague from Australia once told me that visiting America after years in Southeast Asia felt like walking through a reality show where everyone’s mic’d up and overdosing on motivational quotes.

Back then, I laughed.

Now I get it.

This isn’t a rant. It’s a revelation.

What you’re about to read isn’t about missing life abroad.

It’s about how visiting the U.S. after building a life elsewhere flips your perspective so hard it needs a chiropractor.

1. Everyone Is Way Too Happy to See You

In Ukraine, I once waited 12 minutes at a café while the server chain-smoked outside, locked eyes with me through the window, and still chose to finish her cigarette.

In France, I got a “bon” and a nod that felt legally sufficient.

After a while, that low-effort indifference starts to feel comforting.

Then I visited the U.S.

Within 30 minutes of landing, I’d been called “hon,” “sweetie,” and “champ.”

A guy at Trader Joe’s asked how my weekend was going to be, and I think he meant it.

It wasn’t fake, and that was the problem.

They really were that excited to help me find salsa.

Stateside Slap: Relentless cheerfulness is not universal.

Abroad, silence is neutral.

Back home, it might get you mistaken for a sociopath.

2. Portion Sizes Are Not Portions, They’re Punishments

After living in Georgia, where a plate of khinkali fills you up and humbles you, I thought I had a handle on big meals.

I was wrong.

Pancakes in the U.S. arrive stacked like drywall.

A small Coke could hydrate a livestock herd.

I once ordered a “regular” sandwich in NYC and needed two hands and a game plan just to lift it.

Coffee was even worse.

In Europe, it’s an espresso.

In the U.S. , it’s a gallon of hazelnut-flavored anxiety.

Stateside Slap: In the U.S., portion control is not a health strategy.

It’s a test of survival.

3. The Grocery Store Feels Like a Theme Park for Chemicals

The cereal aisle alone had me questioning my sanity. Why was everything labeled “extreme” or “power-blasted”?

In Greece, I bought food that came in a bag and tasted like what it looked like.

In Bulgaria, yogurt was yogurt.

But at a U.S. Safeway, toothpaste came in twelve colors and three glitter finishes, and there were more milk alternatives than I had fingers.

Even the fruit seemed suspicious.

It was too shiny, too symmetrical, too perfect.

Grapes do not need six-pack abs.

Stateside Slap: If it glows in the dark or says “fun size,” it’s probably not food. At least not in the old-fashioned sense.

4. Healthcare Is Like a Vegas Casino You Didn’t Mean to Gamble In

In Ukraine, I saw a doctor for an ear infection, paid cash, and left with meds and my dignity intact.

No forms. No deductible. No hidden, “Behind Door No. Two”. No mystery.

But back in the States, asking for a price gets you the kind of look you give someone who just asked if oxygen is free.

I once asked a receptionist how much a basic blood test would cost.

She whispered, “We won’t know until after.” Like it was a weather forecast.

Stateside Slap: Healthcare in America is a lot like roulette.

You spin the wheel and pray it doesn’t bankrupt you.

5. Small Talk Isn’t Small, It’s a Full-Time Job

In Spain, I walked the Camino de Santiago twice. I spoke when I needed to, and silence was golden.

In the U.S., the guy handing you a smoothie might tell you about his cousin’s dental surgery.

The barista might ask about your weekend, your job, and your childhood dreams.

Declining to answer feels rude, even though part of you just wants caffeine and silence.

You have to smile, nod, and act like you care.

Stateside Slap: In the U.S., small talk is not optional.

It is a social handshake that never ends.

6. Freedom of Speech Means Everyone Is Yelling

Visit a diner in Connecticut, and someone’s ranting about taxes.

Flip through TV, and talking heads are melting down over almond milk.

A guy in Florida once told me, unprovoked, that the government controls the weather. I wasn’t even in line behind him. I was just walking past.

Back in France, I overheard debates too.

But there was still a filter, at least language wise.

In the U.S., there’s just volume.

Stateside Slap: Free speech exists everywhere, but in the U.S., it often arrives through a bullhorn.

7. The Optimism Is Aggressive

In Georgia, telling someone you wanted to open a bakery was met with cautious realism and a list of who you’d need to bribe.

In the U.S., it’s met with confetti, like it’s New Years.

People don’t just believe in your dream.

They want you to scale it, brand it, and pitch it on Shark Tank.

It’s nice, for a while.

Then it becomes exhausting.

You are allowed to want a quiet life you know. You don’t have to build an empire out of drop shipping.

Stateside Slap: American optimism is rocket fuel.

Handle with care, or it’ll light your to-do list on fire.

8. Corporate Bathrooms Smell Like Vanilla, Fear, and a Lawsuit Waiting to Happen

I’ve used train station toilets in Ukraine that could’ve qualified as a trauma site. I’ve walked into gas station stalls in Albania that made me question my life choices.

But I’ve also survived.

In the U.S., corporate bathrooms are pristine.

They’re gleaming, climate-controlled and scented.

Yet somehow… deeply unsettling.

Why are there so many warnings?

Why is the lighting so bright?

Why does everything feel like evidence in a legal case?

Stateside Slap: Clean isn’t always comforting. Sometimes it’s just clinical.

9. The Tipping System Is Now a Religion

In Spain, service was included. In Thailand, tips were appreciated but not expected.

In the U.S., I tipped for Take-out.

I wish I was joking.

The cashier turned the tablet around to face me and it gave me three options: 15, 20, or 25 percent.

I was picking up a damn pizza!

I’ve been prompted for tips before coffee, before food, even before service.

It’s no longer a thank-you. It’s a subscription model for human interaction.

What to remember: Bring cash, bring patience and lower your expectations.

Everything Familiar Is Now a Little Strange

Every time I land back in the U.S., it feels like stepping into a parallel version of home. Same streets, same stores, same language, same over-caffeinated energy.

But everything’s louder, shinier, and somehow more intense.

I still love the convenience. I still get the appeal.

But each time I return after years abroad, it just doesn’t feel like coming home anymore.

It feels like cultural whiplash in a Target parking lot.

What about you?

What’s the weirdest, loudest, or most hilariously uncomfortable thing that hit you after visiting home?

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These Mocked U.S. Customs Are Secretly Brilliant and No One Wants to Admit It

Have you ever stood in a Romanian laundromat, staring at your jeans hanging stiff on a wire rack, wondering if you’d accidentally entered a prison-themed Airbnb? 

That’s me. 

Right after cursing the sun for refusing to shine and considering whether crunchy towels should be classified as exfoliation tools, it hit me. 

This was supposed to be more authentic.

More European. More enlightened.

Bullshit!

The truth? I missed my big, dumb, and beautiful American dryer.

Living in Ukraine, Georgia, Albania, France, and even the mystical magic of walking the Camino in Spain, I’ve had plenty of moments where I looked around and thought, “Yep, this is definitely more cultured.”

But I’ve also had just as many where I whispered, “Okay, this would be better with a Costco and a Target run.”

Everyone loves to bash American culture, especially once they get a whiff of freshly baked croissants in France or sip espresso on a sleepy Italian street corner.

But after more than two decades abroad, I’ve got a controversial take. 

Some of the very things people love to mock about the U.S.? 

They’re not dumb.

They’re genius!

Actually more countries should be stealing them outright.

In this article, I’m going to break down nine so-called “absurdities” from back home that, despite the ridicule, actually make life easier, smoother, and in some cases, way more livable.

If that sounds insane, keep reading.

You just might start to question the absurdity too.

1. Free Refills: The Glorious Symbol of Hope and Optimism

I found this one out the hard way in a sleepy café in France. I asked for a refill on my Coke and got a look like I’d asked the waiter to wash my car.

In Ukraine, I got a second juice and a second bill, with a smile that said “you’ll learn.”

Meanwhile, in the U.S., your drink cup is a bottomless portal to sugary happiness.

The first time I came home and got a refill without begging or paying again, I nearly teared up.

Questioned Absurdity: Sometimes “excess” is just hydration with benefits.

2. Giant Dryers: Because Crunchy Towels Are a Crime Against Humanity

Ukraine broke me. There I was, trying to dry my clothes on a cold balcony in minus winter degree temperatures with a folding rack made of bent wires and better days.

My socks looked like flattened popsicles.

In Bulgaria, I had towels that could double as sandpaper.

I’m all for saving the planet, but I draw the line at drying off with something that feels like a tortilla chip.

Questioned Absurdity: Convenience doesn’t have to mean carelessness.

3. Customer Service With a Smile (Even if it’s Fake)

In America, customer service is practically performance art.

You get a “Hi, how are you today?” even if the cashier is dead inside.

Abroad? 

In Poland, the woman behind the counter didn’t speak.

She just pointed at the register and acted like words were an extra charge.

In Albania, I asked for a coffee and got an espresso with a side of existential dread.

Call me soft, but I’ll take the fake smile and forced cheer over being treated like an inconvenience.

Questioned Absurdity: I’ll take fake-friendly over real-rude any day.

4. 24/7 Everything: I Need Duct Tape and Nachos! Because Life Doesn’t Happen on a Schedule

In Spain, I once needed duct tape and cold meds after 6 PM.

Everything was closed except for a tapas bar, and unless I planned to patch my plumbing problem with Manchego cheese and Rioja, I was out of luck.

In Ukraine, I ran out of toilet paper late on a Sunday. The supermarket was locked up like a bank vault.

My only option was a café that sold espresso and sympathy. I asked for extra napkins.

They gave me three. I needed about twelve.

Then there’s America, where I can wander into a CVS at 2 AM and leave with duct tape, frozen pizza, nasal spray, and a birthday balloon.

If I really wanted to, I could drive through a pharmacy window and ask for ice cream without getting arrested.

Say what you want about American style capitalism, but when your faucet is leaking and you’re sneezing through a crisis, that 24/7 store with too much fluorescent lighting starts to look like a sanctuary.

Questioned Absurdity: The clock doesn’t care. Neither should your store.

5. Portion Sizes: More Food, Less Judgement

In Italy, I ordered a plate of pasta that looked like it was designed for a toddler’s tea party.

In France, I ordered a salad that could’ve fit on a coaster.

I get the whole “moderation” thing, but let’s be honest here.

There’s a certain joy in not leaving a restaurant still hungry. 

I don’t want my dinner to be delicate. I want it to have substance.

Bonus points if there are leftovers.

Questioned Absurdity: There’s nothing wrong with a little abundance.

6. Air Conditioning That Feels Like a Right, Not a Luxury

Living in Georgia (the country, not the state), I realized quickly that A/C is viewed like black magic. “Open the window,” they said.

It was 96 degrees and the breeze was coming from a guy chain-smoking outside.

In the U.S., we walk into stores that feel like meat lockers. 

It may not be subtle, but at least you don’t feel like you’re melting into your own clothes.

Questioned Absurdity: Comfort shouldn’t be seasonal.

7. The Ice Obsession: It’s Not “Extra,” It’s Necessary

My first summer in Ukraine, I asked for ice in my drink.

The waitress returned with a single cube in a shot glass, looking confused and slightly amused.

In Italy, you get a raised eyebrow.

In France, it’s borderline taboo.

But on a scorching day in southern Spain, my entire body craved something cold and crisp.

The U.S. may overdo it with the ice, but at least we know what relief tastes like.

Questioned Absurdity: Ice isn’t weird. It’s science.

8. Tipping Culture: Incentivizing Not Being Ignored

In many countries I’ve lived or traveled in, tipping is either optional, insulting, or both.

A friend of mine, who had spent some time in Japan, told me that leaving a few hundred yen on the table got him chased down the street.

Meanwhile, tipping in the U.S. has its problems.

It’s gotten excessive, like a lot of things in America.

Then again, we’re also the country that says, “Nothing exceeds like excess.”

Still, tipping usually means your server will remember you exist too.

As awkward and flawed as it is, tipping is often the difference between being served and being ghosted.

Questioned Absurdity: Incentives work. Even awkward ones.

9. Drive-Thrus for Everything Because Time Is a Nonrenewable Resource

A teaching colleague of mine from the UK once mocked drive-thru pharmacies.

Until he spent two months in the U.S. with his toddler and got to pick up antibiotics without getting out of the car.

Drive-thrus might be the most unfairly mocked American invention.

I once grabbed Thai food, dry cleaning, and a gallon of milk without stepping outside.

I’m not lazy. I’m just efficient.

Questioned Absurdity: Lazy? Maybe. Efficient? Absolutely.

10. Obsessive Labeling: Warning Signs on Everything Actually Work

I used to laugh at American warning labels.

“Caution: Coffee May Be Hot.” Really? 

What’s next, “Don’t Iron Clothes While Wearing Them”?

Then I moved abroad.

In Ukraine, I bought what I thought was yogurt. It was sour cream.

In Bulgaria, I grabbed a bottle of what looked like juice. It was apple cider vinegar.

In Spain, a fellow pilgrim on the Camino tried to use topical muscle rub as sunscreen.

Twice!

In the U.S., you might roll your eyes at a label warning you not to eat silica packets.

But at least you know exactly what you’re getting, and what not to do with it.

Abroad, it’s a linguistic game of Russian roulette, even when the packaging has fruit on it.

Questioned Absurdity: Clear labeling may be overkill, but it beats accidental vinegar smoothies.

Why Absurd Sometimes Works

Say what you will about American “excess,” but sometimes the joke is on the rest of the world.

After more than two decades of living, working, and wandering through places like Ukraine, Spain, Bulgaria, Georgia, and France, I’ve realized there’s a difference between being practical and being pretentious.

The good ol’ USA, in all its ridiculous glory, often lands on the practical side.

So, the next time you’re sipping a lukewarm soda with no refills and your clothes are stiffening into cardboard on a drying rack, remember this:

“A little “too much” might actually be just right.”

What’s one “absurd” American thing you secretly questioned, or wish your country would adopt? 

Let me know in the comments. 

Let’s argue about dryers and drink sizes.

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The Surprising Truth About American Habits Locals Actually Respect but Rarely Admit

“You Americans are crazy,” a Ukrainian student once told me. “But you’re the only ones who believe in me more than I do.”

She wasn’t wrong. I did believe in her. Maybe too much. 

But that word, “crazy”, sticks to Americans like TSA stickers on luggage.

Ironically, I think we say it more about ourselves than anyone else does. 

It’s our shortcut for explaining anything bold, naive, or wildly ambitious.

At the time, I shrugged it off as a side effect of one too many Turkish coffees and my unsolicited TED Talk on chasing dreams in post-Soviet chaos.

But years later, back in an expat bar in Kyiv, an Irish friend had just finished his rant on American optimism when it hit me.

We’re the punchline.

But sometimes, we’re also the plot twist.

Yes, I’ve heard every stereotype. 

Loud. Clueless. Asking where the Eiffel Tower is… in Spain.

I’ve probably seen and heard it all.

Especially in airport security lines.

But here’s the twist they don’t mention. 

For every eye-roll in a French cafe, there’s been someone who’s looked at me and said, “I wish more people here thought like that.”

Living in Ukraine, Georgia, and Albania taught me something no travel guide ever did. 

Sometimes what makes us stand out isn’t the cringe.

It’s the courage.

So let’s flip the usual narrative. This isn’t about what we get wrong. It’s about the 9 American habits that quietly impress people abroad. Even if they won’t directly admit it…

The ones that make locals stop, raise an eyebrow, and admit… that actually wasn’t a bad move.

Trust me. You won’t see a few of these coming.

1. Optimism That Doesn’t Quit

I once told an Irish hostel owner that I was thinking about launching an online course while traveling, even though I had no audience, no budget, and barely any Wi-Fi. He blinked.

Then he laughed. “You Americans… always think something’s possible, even when it clearly isn’t.”

But here’s the thing. In many countries I’ve spent time in. From Georgia to Ukraine, people often brace for disappointment before they dare to dream.

That American-style optimism, even when naive, stands out like a neon sign in a world that’s learned to lower expectations.

What to Remember: In a world that teaches people to expect the worst, believing in the best isn’t delusion.

It’s courage.

2. Entrepreneurial Spirit and Boldness

In Georgia, I met a woman who had a brilliant idea for a travel app.

She’d been sitting on it for two years, too afraid of failing. “What if no one downloads it?” she asked.

I told her about a guy I knew from San Diego who launched three failed businesses and was already planning his fourth.

She stared at me like I’d described a madman.

In the US, failure is a rite of passage.

Abroad, it often feels like a permanent scar.

That willingness to swing big, even if you strike out, catches attention in countries where risk is seen as reckless, not brave.

What to Remember: Trying and failing might look foolish, but it often inspires the people too afraid to start.

3. Friendliness Toward Strangers

A smile in a Kyiv metro station will either get women to clutch their purses or make people question your sanity.

Yet Americans just keep smiling.

On trains. In shops. In sketchy hostels with flickering lights. At border control.

When I was in Spain walking the Camino, I watched an American woman greet every person we passed with “Hi! Buen Camino!” while the rest of us struggled to keep our blisters from exploding.

By day three, she had half the trail smiling back.

What to Remember: Friendly might be seen as fake in some places, but it can still thaw even the frostiest cultural norms.

4. Ability to Network and Connect Quickly

In France, a friend of mine once made the mistake of trying to talk business during a lunch meeting. “Let’s enjoy the wine first,” he was told. “Then we’ll see.”

That same week, another American acquaintance I’d met in Georgia connected with three entrepreneurs, pitched a collaboration, and landed a freelance gig, all within 48 hours of landing in Tbilisi.

Americans are shockingly fast at building rapport.

While others ease into relationships like a slow dance, we often just jump right into the group chat. To the point where it seems insincere.

What to Remember: Speed isn’t everything, but knowing how to start conversations, and keep them going, is an underrated superpower abroad.

5. Curiosity About Other Cultures

Despite the jokes about Americans thinking Paris is a country, I’ve met plenty of Americans abroad who are incredibly curious about the world.

One of my own French language fails in Dieppe led to a full-on lunch invitation and a conversation about Norman history and cuisine that lasted three hours.

It’s true that not every American traveler reads the history of a place before visiting, but many ask genuine questions, dive into awkward cultural moments, and want to understand what makes a place tick.

That kind of curiosity, even when clumsy, gets noticed.

What to Remember: People appreciate when you ask about their world, not just expect them to speak yours.

6. Comfort With Making Mistakes Publicly

Learning Russian in Ukraine was like trying to juggle flaming bowling pins.

I once tried to say my host’s grandmother was wise in Russian, but thanks to my stellar pronunciation, I ended up saying she was dead.

The look on their faces said it all.

But I kept going. I smiled. I laughed. I got corrected.

Then, I tried again.

What impressed my local friends wasn’t my grammar, it was that I didn’t melt into the floor after making mistakes.

Americans often stumble loudly and awkwardly abroad, but they rarely stop moving forward.

That resilience, even if it looks messy, is admirable.

What to Remember: Owning your mistakes, and laughing at them, makes you more relatable, not ridiculous.

7. Assertiveness in Negotiation

My fellow teacher in Ukraine once said, “You Americans always ask for things like you expect the answer to be yes.”

 She wasn’t wrong.

Whether it’s asking a landlord for a discount or pushing back at customs over a visa confusion, Americans tend to speak up.

In countries where deference is the norm, this kind of assertiveness can be both shocking and effective.

What to Remember: Being polite doesn’t mean staying silent. Speaking up respectfully can open doors for you, and for others watching.

8. Generosity With Time and Money

One of the things that stuck with me from my Camino trip in Spain was how freely Americans offered to help others.

Someone’s blister burst? Out came the first aid kits.

Someone needed directions? Cue the Google Maps volunteers.

Americans are often quick to donate, quick to pitch in, and quick to tip.

While tipping culture abroad is wildly different and something I don’t encourage, the instinct to give without hesitation is something locals often notice… and appreciate.

What to Remember: Generosity isn’t just about money.

It’s about showing up when someone needs help, even if you just met them.

9. Belief That Change Is Always Possible

I once sat in a café in Ukraine with a group of friends discussing corruption, bad roads, and the depressing state of public services. “That’s just the way it is,” one of them said. I responded, without thinking, “It doesn’t have to be.”

Everyone paused.

One guy looked at me and said, “That’s such an American thing to say.”

We come from a culture where reinvention is practically a religion. 

As Churchill once said about us Yanks, “Americans can always be trusted to do the right thing, once all other possibilities have been exhausted.”

It can come off as naive, sure.

But it also plants seeds in people who’ve long stopped believing in change.

What to Remember: The belief that things can get better might sound cheesy, but in the right moment, it can also sound like hope.

Even in a time when everything feels politically and culturally explosive.

Let’s Give Credit Where It’s Due

Sure, we’ve got our flaws. We talk loud, we measure things in feet and Fahrenheit, and we really don’t get soccer.

But sometimes, we also show up in ways that make people stop and say, “Huh. That’s actually kind of impressive.”

Being American abroad means constantly walking the line between cringe and charisma.

It’s not always a bad thing to stand out. 

But, when we get it right, we can shift perceptions and leave behind a spark of inspiration.

Your turn!

What’s something you’ve seen Americans do abroad that earned real respect? 

What’s a habit you thought was embarrassing until someone abroad admired it?

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From Medical Bills to Tipping Fatigue, These Struggles Aren’t Normal Anywhere Else

I used to think tipping at Subway was just a quirky sign of American generosity. 

That was until I found myself standing in a café in Tbilisi, Georgia, where the barista made me an espresso, smiled, handed me the change. 

She didn’t swivel an iPad around demanding a 25 percent gratitude tax for doing their job either. 

No guilt, no awkward eye contact, no “other” button buried like a shameful secret. Just good service without the emotional blackmail.

That moment hit harder than the espresso.

Because once you’ve lived in places like Ukraine, France, Albania, Georgia or Spain, where seeing a doctor doesn’t require a second mortgage.

Where paid vacations aren’t rationed like some kind of corporate luxury item, you start to realize something uncomfortable.

The things many Americans complain about with a shrug and a “that’s just how it is”?

They’re not normal. They’re warning signs.

I used to think these were just “first world problems.” 

Now, I know better.

I’ve lived in countries where trains run on time, where getting Cancer doesn’t force you into bankruptcy, and the police don’t make your stomach drop every time they flash their lights.

I’ve also had friends, fellow teachers and travelers, who’ve said the same thing after spending time in places like Hungary or Ireland, “Why is everything back home so hard?”

In this article, I’m diving into seven so-called “first world problems” that exist almost exclusively in the U.S. 

Not because we’re more advanced, but because somewhere along the way, dysfunction got rebranded as normal.

Prepare to laugh, wince, and maybe rethink what you’ve accepted as just part of life in the land of the free.

Ever wondered what locals really think of American habits?
My new field guide Culturally Clueless breaks it all down… the gestures, greetings, and “innocent” mistakes that confuse the world. Get Culturally Clueless here.

1. “My Prescription Wasn’t Covered”

In Ukraine, I once walked into a pharmacy with nothing but a scrap of paper the doctor scribbled on in what looked like leftover Cyrillic calligraphy from a KGB training manual.

I handed it over, expecting questions, paperwork, maybe even a background check.

Instead, the pharmacist smiled, grabbed the meds, told me the price (equivalent of $3), and wished me good health.

No insurance cards. No prior authorizations. No emotional hostage situation at the register.

Meanwhile, back in the States, I once watched a friend argue with their insurance company for days over a common antibiotic that, without coverage, cost more than my rent in Albania.

Oh, and by the time they finally got it approved, the infection was probably making vacation plans of its own.

Lesson: Healthcare doesn’t need to be confusing or financially terrifying. But we’ve been trained to see complexity as sophistication.

Guess what? It’s not.

2. “I Only Get Two Weeks Off”

Ah, the Two Weak Vacation!

I lived in France for a stretch, and I can tell you, if you try to schedule a meeting with anyone in August, you’ll hear crickets.

The entire country disappears.

It’s not laziness. It’s sanity.

Contrast that with the US, where people brag about working through Christmas and proudly announce, “I haven’t taken a vacation in three years,” like it’s a badge of honor instead of a glaring cry for help.

Even when Americans do get time off, there’s guilt.

That creeping voice saying, “You really should be checking your email.” Or worse, that their boss and colleagues are conspiring to replace them while they’re gone…

In France, if you check your work email on vacation, your friends might stage an intervention. Or just stop inviting you for an apéro.

Lesson: Time off isn’t a luxury.

It’s how you recharge so you don’t start crying in a Target parking lot over the price of oat milk.

3. “Why Do I Have to Tip Everyone?”

One of the first things I noticed in Spain, aside from the magical ability of locals to spend four hours at lunch without getting fired, was how tipping was optional.

Appreciated, yes, but not expected.

No iPads spun around like Wheel of Fortune with a 20 percent minimum.

In America, I once tipped someone for handing me a muffin.

That’s it. 

No heating it up, no plating it, just a straight hand-off.

If we’re tipping for that, what’s next? Tipping the guy who lets you merge into traffic?

It’s gotten to the point where not tipping feels like a moral failing.

Even if the service was mediocre and the sandwich came with a hair.

Lesson: If your economy depends on customers subsidizing wages through guilt, it’s not a system. It’s a performance.

If these habits sound uncomfortably familiar, you’re not alone.
I collected over 26 years of “what were we thinking?” moments into Culturally Clueless… a practical guide for expats, nomads, and travelers who want to stop broadcasting “outsider.” Check out Culturally Clueless here.

4. “I Can’t Afford to Take a Sick Day”

I’ve been in Ukraine, sick with a ear infection, and had locals look at me like I was nuts when I mentioned working through it. “Why would you do that?” one friend asked. “So you can infect everyone?”

Good question.

In the U.S., being sick isn’t just inconvenient, it’s expensive.

Missed pay. No coverage. 

Maybe even some sort of trumped up disciplinary action. 

So we push through, spreading germs like glitter at a kindergarten craft table.

Meanwhile, other countries give people time to rest and recover, because they know a healthy worker is more productive than a barely-functioning one who’s three coughs away from collapse.

Lesson: Sick days aren’t a perk.

They’re basic hygiene.

5. “My Commute Is Ruining My Life”

When I lived in Kyiv, I could get across the city for pennies using their Metro or Marshrutka system. Cramped? Yes. Efficient? Also yes.

Also, in places like France or Poland, public transportation isn’t just available… it’s respected.

Back in the States, I once lived in a city where my “commute” was a full-blown tactical operation. 

An hour and fifteen minutes each way, complete with gridlock, honking, and podcasts about stress management that only made me more stressed.

Oh, and that’s all with a car!

We’ve normalized spending a tenth of our lives staring at brake lights, all so we can live somewhere barely affordable and work somewhere we barely like.

Lesson: A good life isn’t just about where you live.

It’s about how much of your life is spent trying to get there.

6. “I Feel Guilty Taking Vacation”

I’ve watched Spaniards, Italians, and even the French (despite their reputation for grumbling) talk about vacations like sacred rituals.

They plan months in advance, they protect the time, and most importantly, they enjoy it.

In the U.S., we say we’re taking a break, but then spend half of it checking emails in between airport delays and overpriced room service.

While living in Ukraine, we got many “long weekends” and “holiday bridges” built into the year.

Once I told a friend in the U.S. about it.

Their response? “Must be nice.”

As if enjoying time off was an act of betrayal.

Lesson: If taking a vacation makes you feel guilty, it’s not you that’s broken.

It’s the culture telling you rest is weakness.

7. “The Police Make Me Nervous”

While on a short getaway in Canada, I once watched a cop mediate a fender bender with the calmness of a yoga instructor and the patience of a therapist.

There was no shouting or weapons drawn.

No fear.

Compare that to the U.S., where a routine traffic stop can turn into a viral video or worse. 

Growing up, we were taught to “respect the badge.”

But respect built on fear isn’t respect. It’s compliance with anxiety.

Friends I’ve met in Ireland, France, and even Mexico have said the same thing.

In their countries, cops aren’t perfect, but they don’t assume you’re a threat because of a broken taillight or a wrong turn.

Lesson: Public safety shouldn’t come with a side of dread.

Final Word: These Aren’t First World Problems

We love to joke about “first world problems” in the U.S…. waiting for Wi-Fi to connect or getting the wrong milk in your coffee.

But when basic healthcare, safety, and rest are out of reach for millions, it’s not a punchline.

It’s a warning.

If your country has more GoFundMe’s for medical bills than paid sick leave, something is off.

If tipping feels mandatory, therapy feels out of reach, and taking time off feels like a betrayal, maybe it’s time we stopped calling these “inconveniences” and started calling them what they are.

Which one hit closest to home for you? 

Let’s stop pretending dysfunction is just part of normal American life..

Curious how else your American habits might be misread abroad?

Culturally Clueless: 23 American Habits That Confuse the World shows you how to avoid the social landmines that turn well-meaning travelers into walking red flags.
Grab Culturally Clueless here before your next trip.

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Not Banned Just Ignored and That Might Be the Real Tragedy of the American Food System

Have you ever stared at a supermarket shelf in the U.S. and thought, This can’t be it?

I have, and not just once.

But, every time I return from years abroad, I feel it.

Whether it’s Georgia, where even the cheapest khachapuri tastes like edible euphoria, or a morning in Albania with a flaky spinach byrek that costs less than a sad gas station muffin, it always hits.

I walk into a U.S. grocery store and it’s like I’ve been sentenced to a life of bland flavor probation.

The real kicker? None of these foods are banned in the U.S., they’re just… absent.

Legal, delicious, time-tested recipes that have somehow been ghosted by the American food system.

It’s not a customs issue, it’s a cultural blind spot.

Back when I first lived in Ukraine, I thought I’d miss burgers and cheddar.

Instead, I found myself craving fermented pickles so funky they could bite back, and butter from France that could legally be classified as a religious experience.

Yet, despite America’s obsession with “authentic” international cuisine, these everyday staples from across Europe never show up.

It’s not because they’re dangerous. It’s because nobody’s ever bothered to bring them over.

So in this article, I’m pulling back the curtain on eight insanely good European foods I’ve eaten, loved, and grieved over every time I cross U.S. borders.

They’re totally legal but totally ignored, and that might be the real tragedy of the American food system most of all…

1. Real Camembert That’s Funky and Forgotten

The first time I tried raw milk Camembert was in a tiny French town I can barely pronounce but vividly remember.

It was the kind of cheese that didn’t just sit on your tongue… it performed.

Funky, creamy, earthy, and alive in a way that made every American version taste like a lactose-scented candle.

Legally sold all across France. Totally legal to carry home in your suitcase.

But try finding the real thing on a U.S. grocery store shelf? 

Good luck. It’s not banned, just pasteurized and sterilized into oblivion.

Most Americans have no idea what they’re missing.

If you’ve only had the domestic knock-off, you’ve never really had Camembert. You’ve had beige.

What to Remember: If your cheese doesn’t fight back a little, it’s just pasteurized sadness.

2. French Butter That Breaks the Rules in All the Right Ways

There’s butter… Then, there’s French butter.

The kind with 84 percent fat, a golden color that would make margarine weep, and the texture of velvet if velvet could melt on warm bread.

When I lived in France, I stopped using olive oil for a month. That’s how serious it was.

I used to walk into bakeries just to smell the croissants made with this glorious stuff. The French treat butter like a birthright.

Meanwhile, in America, we’re still clinging to our sad, watery 80 percent version like it’s good enough.

Bottom Line: Once you’ve tasted French butter, good enough is never good enough again.

3. Spanish Tinned Seafood That Feels Like a Luxury Item

In Spain, my Camino buddy Kevin, a former English teacher too, turned full-time jamón connoisseur, introduced me to the magical world of conservas.

I thought he was kidding when he offered me canned mussels for lunch.

He wasn’t.

These aren’t the dusty tuna cans you grew up with. 

Think smoked octopus in olive oil with paprika, or razor clams that actually taste like the sea instead of the can.

Packed like jewelry and priced like wine, these “tins” are tiny gourmet time capsules.

Why It Matters: Spain made canned seafood sexy. America canned it and left the party.

4. Romanian Zacuscă That Deserves Shelf Space

If you’ve ever wandered through a Romanian kitchen in late summer, you know the smell.

Smoky eggplant, roasted peppers, tomatoes slow-cooked into this rich, rustic spread called zacuscă.

I first had it in a flat in Timișoara, when my Airbnb Host, who considers zacuscă a food group, left some as a little welcoming gift.

One bite, and I got it.

It’s vegan, it lasts forever, and it tastes like someone preserved the essence of a Balkan garden and gave it a passport.

So why isn’t this in Whole Foods?

We stock hummus like it’s water, but the U.S. doesn’t know this masterpiece even exists.

Don’t Overlook This: Romania turned roasted vegetables into a cultural event.

We’re too busy stocking six kinds of ranch.

5. Albanian Byrek That Puts the Breakfast Burrito to Shame

My first byrek was not from a hip café, but a hole-in-the-wall bakery at a rest stop on the mini-bus ride to Vlore at 11AM.

It cost less than a cup of gas station coffee and made every breakfast burrito I’d ever eaten taste like punishment.

Layers of flaky pastry stuffed with cheese and spinach or spiced ground meat, folded hot into paper and handed over with a nod.

That was it.

Simple. Portable and Perfect.

Every country has its on-the-go snack.

This one deserves a starring role in the American street food scene.

Why it hasn’t happened yet is one of life’s great culinary injustices.

What You’re Missing: Hot, flaky, dirt-cheap brilliance… served in a paper wrapper before your coffee even kicks in.

6. Georgian Khachapuri That’s Comfort Food Perfection

In Tbilisi, I sat in a café and watched a server crack a raw egg onto a bubbling canoe of cheese-filled bread, that already had a tab of butter on top.

That was my introduction to khachapuri. 

It was also the moment I realized pizza may have a serious rival.

The crust is fresh out of a wood fired oven, chewy and golden. The cheese, gooey and slightly salty.

Mix in that yolk, butter and take a bite.

Suddenly, nothing else matters…

You could serve this in Brooklyn tomorrow and have a line around the block.

Yet, finding it outside Georgia is like trying to stream a movie that’s only available in a language your browser doesn’t support.

Why You Should Care: It’s cheese-filled bread with a slab of butter and an egg cracked on top.

What exactly are we waiting for?

7. Polish Pickles That Actually Taste Alive

In Kraków, I had a pickle so sour it made my face twitch.

Naturally fermented, crunchy, alive.

The kind of pickle babushkas still make in jars that look like science experiments… and taste like heaven.

Forget the vinegar-drenched industrial spears you find in American delis. 

These are brined in saltwater, garlic, and time.

You don’t eat them. You experience them.

Even the so-called “artisan” pickles in U.S. stores?

Still missing that old-world tang that bites you back and thanks you for it.

Here’s the Truth: If your pickle doesn’t bite back, it’s just a wet cucumber in denial.

8. Georgian Ajika That Makes Salsa Seem Like a Side Note

Ajika might look like salsa, but that’s where the comparison ends.

I first had it in Ukraine of all places, where ketchup counts as spicy.

But it wasn’t until I got to Tbilisi and was invited to a backyard barbecue by my Airbnb host that I tasted ajika the way it was meant to be.

It was served with smoky grilled shashlik (grilled meat on skewers), straight off the grill.

I used the ajika like a side, dipping the meat into it, but ended up practically licking it off the plate once I devoured the shashlik.

It was thick, garlicky, laced with herbs and just enough chili to make you pause mid-bite and wonder how you’ve lived this long without it.

It didn’t just sit on the meat. It fused with the flavor, like it belonged there.

Chunky, rustic, and usually homemade, ajika tastes like someone’s grandmother blended the garden, whispered a curse over it, and called it dinner.

In Georgia, ajika is the unspoken hero of every proper table.

In the U.S., we’re stuck calling sugar-laced tomato slurry with two specks of cilantro “salsa” and pretending we don’t deserve better.

What We’re Missing Out On: Georgia handed us a salsa with soul.

We settled for something that pairs best with chips from a gas station.

What’s Missing Isn’t Illegal It’s Just Ignored

These foods aren’t hiding in some black market. They’re in plain sight in countries I’ve lived in, worked in, and wandered through.

They’re cheap. They’re legal. They’re loved by millions. Yet somehow, they’re still missing from most American tables.

And that’s the real scandal. 

Because for all our talk about loving international flavors, the U.S. keeps skipping the best parts.

So what about you? 

What amazing food do you miss most from your travels? 

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I Bought the Dream. Then I Left the Country and Finally Started Living

Get good grades. Go to college. Work hard. Buy a house. Retire at 65.

That was the formula. 

Sound familiar? 

A tidy checklist drummed into us by sitcom dads, guidance counselors, and denim-wearing boomers at Thanksgiving.

The American Dream, sealed in a 30-year mortgage and an HR-approved 401k.

Like a good little Gen Xer, I followed it. 

Went to college. Chased the job security. Paid my taxes and stayed in line.

But somewhere between the cubicle, the open office plan stripping away my last bit of privacy, and a creeping sense of dread, I boarded a plane to Spain in 1998. 

Nothing was the same after that…

You want a plot twist?

That trip led to France, then on a humanitarian trip to post-Soviet Ukraine, where I fell hard, for the place… and someone in it.

I flew back in early ’99 to look for work, struck out, went home, worked whatever jobs I could, saved every penny, and six months later, returned to Kyiv for good.

To make a long story short, that’s how I ended up in a Soviet-era apartment block in Obolon, where the walls were carpeted and the guy in the stairwell looked either passed out or passed on. (Just drunk, thankfully.)

Suddenly, “success” felt less like a goal and more like a sales pitch.

From the crumbling concrete of Ukraine to lazy 2 hour lunches in France, I started seeing life from outside the American fishbowl.

In Spain, I walked the Camino… not to find myself, but to lose the nonsense I’d been sold about what a “productive” life should look like.

In Georgia and Albania, I met people who lived simply, worked less, and somehow seemed far more content than most folks back home with two-car garages and Xanax prescriptions.

This piece isn’t just a list of boomer myths.

It’s a wake-up call from someone who bought the whole package, then watched it unravel while sipping wine on a Tuesday in Tbilisi.

Here are the 9 lies we were told about success, money, and the American Dream… and the surprising truths I found after walking away from all of it.

1. College Guarantees Success

In the US, college was pitched like a golden ticket. Take on a mountain of debt, write papers no one reads, and boom, success!

Meanwhile, I’ve known bartenders with MBAs and YouTubers making six figures reviewing air fryers.

In France, my friend’s daughter became a doctor, earned two degrees for the price of an iPhone and somehow avoided the ramen-and-YOLO lifestyle.

In Spain, no one asked what my professional goals were. They just wanted to know if I was free for a beer and tapas at seven.

What to Remember: If your degree doesn’t come with a lifetime of fulfillment or financial freedom, maybe the problem isn’t you.

Maybe it’s a system that was never designed to deliver on it.

2. Owning a Home Means You’ve Made It

I grew up believing that renting was for people who hadn’t figured life out yet.

A mortgage was the adult badge of honor. 

But after watching friends back home pour their paychecks into cracked foundations, surprise plumbing disasters, and “starter homes” they never escaped from, I started to wonder who was really winning.

In Georgia, I rented a fully furnished apartment with a balcony view of the mountains and paid less per month than I once spent on a Target run.

No stress, no repairs, no HOA telling me my curtain color was “non-compliant.”

By the way, the freedom to leave anytime?

Priceless.

What to Remember: Homeownership can be a dream or a trap.

What matters most is whether your life feels like it’s yours… not whether you own the walls around it.

3. Loyalty at Work Pays Off

Remember when they told us that if you just worked hard and stayed loyal, the company would take care of you?

Yeah, I believed that too.

Until I saw people with 20 years of loyalty get a two-minute departure interview and a cardboard box.

Meanwhile, in Georgia, I watched a guy named Zurab shut his café every August for a whole month just to go camping with his kids.

No guilt. No emails. No “circle back after vacation” nonsense.

Just true life balance.

What to Remember: In many places, work supports your life… not the other way around.

If your job expects loyalty without offering it back, it’s not a career. It’s a con.

4. More Stuff Equals More Happiness

I once believed that the more I owned, the more successful I must be.

Then I moved into a small place in Albania overlooking the Ionian Sea with the Greek island of Corfu lurking large in the distance.

I realized I could fit almost everything I physically owned into a suitcase.

Life abroad taught me that you can have fewer things and more joy.

Fewer gadgets, but more dinners that stretch into the night.

Fewer Amazon boxes, but more actual conversations with your neighbors.

What to Remember: The best things I’ve collected abroad aren’t things at all.

They’re experiences, memories, and friendships that don’t require monthly payments.

5. Retirement Is the Reward for Sacrifice

We were told to grind for 40 years so we could finally enjoy life at 65.

But in Ukraine, I met babushkas who had worked their whole lives and still lived off pensions that barely covered bread and tea.

Yet, I also met twenty-somethings and fifty-somethings who were living now… not waiting.

From sipping red wine in Spain to hiking the coastal Cliffs of Moher in Ireland, I stopped delaying joy.

Why wait to live when you can live while you work?

What to Remember: Life isn’t a waiting room for retirement.

Every day you postpone living is a day you don’t get back.

6. America Is the Land of Opportunity

Opportunity exists, but it’s not exclusive to the US… or evenly distributed within it.

I’ve met expats who moved abroad just to afford healthcare or escape credit card debt.

In Romania and Poland, I met entrepreneurs, artists, and digital nomads thriving in ways they couldn’t back home.

The opportunities are still there, just without the six-figure loans and two-hour commutes.

What to Remember: Opportunity doesn’t wear red, white, and blue.

It shows up wherever you plant yourself with intention and courage.

7. Security Comes from Staying Put

Stability used to mean staying put. Buying a house. Holding the same job. Seeing the same people.

Yet I’ve felt more secure living out of a backpack than I ever did locked into an American routine.

In Spain, walking the Camino taught me that movement can be the stability. 

Home isn’t a zip code. It’s a rhythm.

It’s waking up where you choose to be, not where you’re stuck.

What to Remember: Geographic freedom is real freedom.

If staying put keeps you stuck, maybe it’s time to move… not just your location, but your mindset.

8. You Can’t Be Happy Without a High Income

I used to think making a little more would finally make me happy.

Then I moved to Georgia and saw families living full lives on incomes that wouldn’t cover an Uber budget in New York.

Happiness isn’t in the paycheck.

It’s in the pace of life, the hello at the corner store, the lunch that turns into a conversation over dessert.

It lives in the things no spreadsheet can measure.

What to Remember: If your lifestyle requires you to be miserable to afford it, it’s not luxury… it’s lunacy.

9. Living Abroad Is for Dreamers or Escapists

When I left the US, people assumed I was avoiding something. That I’d failed at real life.

What I found overseas wasn’t escape.

It was clarity.

In France, I learned to slow down.

In Albania, to improvise.

In Ukraine, resilience.

Every place I’ve lived showed me parts of myself I never would have found back home.

What to Remember: Living abroad doesn’t mean you gave up. It means you woke up…

There’s no shame in choosing your own script over someone else’s fairytale.

Life Truth: If you’re not building your dream, you’re building someone else’s….

Maybe the Real American Dream Isn’t in America

The scariest part of all this wasn’t leaving. It was realizing that most of what I’d been chasing wasn’t even mine.

It was handed to me like a pre-written script, and I followed it out of habit, not desire.

Living abroad didn’t just change my address.

It rewired my definition of success.

It taught me that real freedom is not about having more, it’s about needing less.

It’s about living where you’re seen, working how you choose, and measuring wealth in time, not things.

What about you?

What lie were you told growing up that you’ve since outgrown… or replaced?

If you’ve ever questioned the blueprint, let me assure you, you’re not alone, and you’re not wrong.

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From Tipping Screens to the Cereal Aisle Meltdown, America No Longer Feels Like Home

Have you ever come home after years abroad and felt like you needed a translator, a therapist, and a helmet just to survive a trip to Target?

Every time I walk into a Target after years abroad, I feel like I need a survival guide just to make it past the front displays. It never changes….

That’s me every time. Jetlagged. Mildly sunburned from a layover in Madrid. Staring down an aisle of what feels like 173 cereal options, each one louder and more sugar-crazed than the last.

I’m never even hungry. I just want to remember what cereal I ate as a kid.

Ten minutes later, I’m squatting in front of something called “Frosted Fiber Explosion,” wondering how I ever functioned in this country.

I’ve spent over 20 years living in places like Ukraine, Albania, and Georgia.

Places where the cereal aisle is a single sad shelf and a babushka yelling at a kid on a metro car for not giving up his seat, counts as entertainment.

I couldn’t even imagine anything could hit harder than my first Kyiv winter that split my dress shoes clean in half.

Then I started going back home and with each trip back I get blindsided by reverse culture shock.

But, there it is…

America, the land of my birth and once my Blockbuster card, now feels foreign.

Hell, Blockbuster doesn’t even exist anymore!

It feels foreign, not in the “this is exotic and exciting” way, but in the “why is everyone yelling and why are there five self check-out registers with no cashiers and none accept cash anymore” kind of way.

What I thought would be heartwarming, nostalgic homecomings have turned out to be some of the most bizarre cultural reentries I’ve ever experienced.

This from someone who once lived in a post-Soviet walk-up where my neighbor’s hallway conversations had more plot twists than a full season of daytime soap operas.

Full volume. Every night. Usually starting around midnight.

In this piece, I’m unpacking the nine most bizarre things that blindside me every time I visit “home.”.

If you’ve been abroad long enough to forget what a Walgreens smells like, buckle up folks. This might hit closer to home than you’re ready for.

1. I Get Overstimulated Just Walking Into Target

Every time those sliding glass doors whoosh open, it feels like I’m entering a Vegas casino disguised as a department store. Blinding lights. TVs shouting at me. A wall of red signs promising savings I didn’t ask for.

Oh, and what’s up with the music so upbeat at 9 a.m.?

After years of shopping in Tbilisi corner markets or dealing with French clerks who barely look up, Target feels like an ambush.

Lights flashing. Music blaring. TVs shouting.

My fight-or-flight kicks in before I even reach the carts.

I go in for toothpaste and come out dizzy, holding a throw pillow that says “Gather.”

What to keep in mind: Choice isn’t always freedom.

Sometimes it’s just 142 types of cereal reminding you you’ve lost the plot.

2. Tipping Now Gives Me Anxiety and I’m American!

In Ukraine, tipping was simple.

Leave no tip, round up or leave 10 percent if the borscht changed your life. 

It was a choice, not a touchscreen guilt trip.

Now, imagine my panic when a smoothie stand in the U.S. flips a screen toward me, asking if I want to leave 25 percent for the guy who just pressed “blend” and is now staring at me.

I start sweating like I’m diffusing a bomb.

Press “no tip” and feel like a monster.

Press “custom” and everyone in line watches me do math like a sociopath.

What to keep in mind: If you need a tip screen for handing someone a muffin, maybe we’ve gone too far.

3. The Food Portions? Outrageous

The first time I went to a diner after flying back from France, I thought they’d accidentally brought me the entire table’s order.

Nope. That mountain of pancakes, hash browns, bacon, and three eggs was “mine”.

In France, I’ve had full meals that fit on a salad plate and still walk away satisfied.

In the U.S., I barely make a dent before I need a nap and a therapist.

What to keep in mind: More isn’t better.

It’s just more to explain when the waiter asks if everything was okay and you’ve only eaten the garnish.

4. Everyone’s in a Rush But Going Nowhere

I swear, people back home walk like they’re in a hostage escape movie. Grocery carts weaving, coffee in one hand, phone in the other.

But, for what? So they can sit in traffic and honk at someone going the speed limit?

In Greece, coffee is served in tiny porcelain cups, and you actually sit, “sit” to drink it.

You might even talk to someone.

In the U.S., if you sit to drink coffee, you’re suspected of unemployment or being a table camper by the staff.

What to keep in mind: Hustle culture looks impressive until you realize no one knows where they’re going, they’re just late getting there.

5. The Small Talk Feels Scripted

“How are you?”
“Good, you?”
“Good.”

It’s the verbal version of opening a pop-up ad and clicking away before it loads.

After years of chats in broken Russian with a Ukrainian shopkeeper who once told me about the strawberries he gets from his cousin’s dacha, this pre-programmed script feels hollow.

In Georgia, someone once asked me why I was walking so early in the morning.

We ended up having a 20-minute discussion on life purpose, right there on the street.

Back home, if you pause the “good-you-good” loop, people look confused.

What to keep in mind: Real connection often begins after the script ends.

6. I Feel Like a Foreigner in My Own Language

Once, I walked into a café and overheard a girl telling the barista, “Some creepy guy just came up and asked for my DM like we were in some rom-com or something. His vibe was so off. Total cringe. Like, What’s up with that? What’s that all about? ”

I understood none of it.

I speak English.

After speaking French, Russian, and Spanish in varying degrees of fluency, I expect a home court, language advantage.

Instead, I feel like I needed subtitles.

Meanwhile, I still say things like “cheers” and “mate” after working for years with Brits, without ever realizing I’d become that guy.

What to keep in mind: Language evolves… and if you’re gone long enough, so does yours. Welcome to cultural purgatory.

7. I’m Judged for Not Owning a Car

“Wait, how do you get places?” someone asked me when I mentioned I don’t drive. As if I’d just confessed to commuting by… bus! God forbid.

In France, I walk, take the train, trams. In Kyiv, I took the metro, where escalators are so steep you wonder if you’re descending into Mordor.

In the U.S., if you say you walk anywhere, people assume you’re poor or your license is suspended.

What to keep in mind: Walking is a lifestyle, not a cry for help.

8. Why Is Everything So Loud

Restaurants. Phones. Bathroom hand dryers that sound like fighter jets. I even saw a gas pump that played ads.

In Hungary, I once ate a quiet dinner where the loudest sound was the clink of a spoon against a bowl. 

In the U.S., your server yells their name and favorite appetizer before you even sit down.

I felt like I needed earplugs and a safe word.

What to keep in mind: Silence isn’t awkward. It’s peace with better acoustics.

9. Everything’s Convenient But Somehow Exhausting

Same-day delivery. Drive-thru everything. Mobile check-in, auto-bill pay, scan-and-go.

You’d think it would make life easier. 

Yet, I’ve never seen so many people stressed out, multi-tasking three apps at once while shouting “Alexa, order paper towels!”

In Albania, I once waited an hour for a handwritten bus ticket. 

Was it efficient? Absolutely not.

But I also didn’t have six notifications asking me to rate my experience.

What to keep in mind: Convenience without margin becomes just another form of chaos.

What Visiting Home Really Shows You

Coming back doesn’t just show you what’s changed. It shows you how much you have.

You see what others don’t. 

The noise. The pace. The pressure to act “normal”.

Somewhere between the drive-thrus, the misspelled coffee cups with fake smiley faces, and the small talk that dies on arrival, it hits you.

You’re not home. You’re just passing through.

This isn’t culture shock. It’s proof you’ve outgrown the place.

What hit you the hardest when you went back? 

I know I’m not the only one who almost lost it in the cereal aisle.

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These Ingredients Are Sold in the U.S. Without Warnings but Flagged Across Europe for Health Risks

Imagine you’re standing in a Carrefour in eastern France, groggy from jet lag, just trying to find something familiar to snack on. 

You grab a pack of rainbow-colored cereal, the kind you grew up with. 

But right there on the front, smack in the middle of the box, is a big, bold label warning you that the contents, “May impair attention and behavior in children”.

That’s when it hit me!

Back home in the U.S., we market this stuff with cartoon leprechauns and talking animals.

In France, they slap it with the kind of warning label you’d expect to see on a cigarette pack.

Now, I’ve lived in Ukraine during the post-Soviet hangover of the late 90s.

I’ve dodged mayonnaise-laced pizza in Ukraine, squinted at Cyrillic ingredient lists of Russian imports in Georgia, and even fumbled through grocery aisles in Spain wondering whether I was buying yogurt or grout.

But I never expected a box of cereal to come with a morality clause.

But you know what the real kick in the pants is?

This isn’t even about banned substances.

These same foods are sold in both places.

The difference is, in Europe, they warn you. 

In the good ol’ U.S. of A., we just smile and call it the “breakfast of champions.”

In this article, I’m pulling back the curtain on 8 everyday American foods that would legally require warning labels if they were sold across the Atlantic.

If you’ve ever handed your kid a juice pouch and thought, “well, it says all-natural,” you’ll want to keep reading.

Because what the EU says you deserve to know might make you think twice the next time you’re in the snack aisle.

1. Skittles and Sour Patch Kids

EU Label: May impair attention and behavior in children

I was in a Carrefour in France, cruising the candy aisle out of nostalgia more than hunger, when a neon-bright pack of sweets caught my eye.

It looked like a unicorn had sneezed on it.

I picked it up expecting childhood memories.

Instead, I got a label that slapped me in the face with a warning straight out of a pharmaceutical ad: “May impair attention and behavior in children.”

Turns out, in the EU, if your candy contains artificial dyes like Red 40 or Yellow 5, it doesn’t just get shelved and sold. It gets labeled like it’s a potential threat to public health.

That’s because studies in Europe linked those specific dyes to hyperactivity in kids. 

So now, companies have a choice.

Either, slap the warning on the box, or change the recipe.

In France, a lot of brands quietly reformulate just to avoid the label.

But in the U.S.? Nah.

We toss these dyes into everything from cereal to toothpaste like we’re trying to win a neon arms race. 

No warnings. No disclaimers. 

Just “taste the rainbow” and hope your child doesn’t start climbing the walls afterward.

What to Know: If your kid’s doing flying kicks off the sofa and holding the dog hostage with a Nerf gun, it might not be bad parenting.

It might be the candy.

2. Froot Loops

EU Label: Contains synthetic dyes linked to hyperactivity

When I spotted Froot Loops in a Polish grocery store, I did a double take.

The Froot Loops box looked strangely dull.

Faded colors. No visual sugar explosion.

It didn’t even look like the same cereal. I actually thought, “Wait, is this a brand that’s not trying to hypnotize kids with neon packaging?”

That’s because in the EU, synthetic dyes like Red 40 and Yellow 5 require a warning about hyperactivity in kids.

Most brands just reformulate.

In the U.S., we leave the dyes in and say nothing.

What to Know: The brighter the cereal, the bigger the silence on what it might be doing to your kid.

3. Mountain Dew

EU Label: Contains brominated vegetable oil, linked to reproductive harm

A traveler I met in Greece once said you couldn’t find Mountain Dew anywhere back home in Norway. I thought she was exaggerating.

Then I Googled it.

Brominated vegetable oil, the same chemical used in flame retardants, was used in Mountain Dew to keep flavor from separating.

The EU banned it years ago. 

The U.S.? We poured it into our sodas like it was citrus gold.

Only recently has the U.S. started phasing it out, but for years, Americans drank it with zero warnings.

What to Know: It wasn’t just a soda.

It was a lab experiment with a splash of lemon-lime.

4. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos

EU Label: May affect activity and attention in children

When I lived in Ukraine, I thought mayonnaise on pizza was the peak of culinary confusion.

Then I met Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.

I’ve watched American students inhale entire bags and clutch their stomachs like they just drank jet fuel. 

The dyes in these snacks, Red 40, Yellow 6, require warning labels in the EU because of their potential impact on children’s behavior.

In the U.S., they’re packaged with cartoon flames and a grinning cheetah.

What to Know: If it burns going down and messes with your kid’s mood, the problem isn’t just the spice.

5. Capri Sun

EU Label: Contains preservatives linked to benzene formation

In Spain, I grabbed a Capri Sun expecting a sip of nostalgia while on the Camino De Santiago.

Instead, I got a cleaner version with fewer ingredients and none of the flashy “all-natural” spin.

That’s because in the EU, combining sodium benzoate with vitamin C is a chemical red flag. 

The reaction can form benzene, a known carcinogen, especially when exposed to heat or light.

In the U.S., it took a wave of parental backlash before Capri Sun quietly removed sodium benzoate from some versions. 

No label ever told us why…mmmm.

What to Know: If it takes a parent revolt to fix a juice pouch, it probably wasn’t all that “natural” to begin with.

6. Pop-Tarts

EU Label: Contains BHT, under review for links to cancer.

In a hostel kitchen in Dublin, I once offered a fellow traveler a Pop-Tart.

She flipped the box over, pointed to “BHT” and said, “We can’t sell this back home.”

Turns out BHT, used to keep things “fresh”, is banned or restricted in parts of Europe because of its potential links to cancer.

In the U.S., we put it in breakfast. For children!

What to Know: That warm, gooey pastry might be a childhood staple, but it comes with ingredients the EU doesn’t trust.

7. Kool-Aid

EU Label: Contains artificial colors not approved for use in food marketed to children.

You haven’t lived until you’ve watched someone in Romania try Kool-Aid for the first time and nearly recoil like they just drank Windex.

Artificial colorants that are banned in the EU are still standard in Kool-Aid packets.

The EU says they’re not safe for kids. We say “Oh yeah!”

What to Know: If it glows like a chemical spill, maybe think twice before handing it to a child.

8. Diet Sodas

EU Label: Contains aspartame, not recommended for pregnant women.

The WHO just classified aspartame as a possible carcinogen. 

In France, I’ve seen bottles of diet soda with warnings that make you think twice.

In the U.S., we market it to health-conscious adults and teenagers as a smarter choice.

Smarter for whom?

What to Know: Just because it says zero calories doesn’t mean it comes with zero consequences.

The Foods Are the Same. The Warnings Are Not.

So now the real question remains:

Would you still pour your kid a glass of Kool-Aid or pack Pop-Tarts in their lunch box, if the packaging came with a warning label like a pack of cigarettes?

The difference isn’t the ingredients. It’s the honesty.

European nations aren’t perfect, but they treat food like a public health issue.

In the U.S., we treat it like branding.

Which one of these surprised you the most?

Have you or your kids eaten any of them this week?

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