I said below that one thing I always do when I travel is apologize for American television.
I do that a lot. But there's one thing I *always* do when I travel, always. Something that I never do when I'm home, but always sort of look forward to when I'm away.
I eat dinner at KFC.
I'm not sure when this first began. I think it was one of my very first trips to London -- and I was really exhausted but trying to stay awake that first night -- so I went out and grabbed some KFC takeout and ate it my hotel room.
(And then I learned: don't throw the trash away in your hotel room -- you'll smell it up something awful. You can usually find me wandering the halls of my hotel, looking for a "public" trash can in which to toss a pile of chicken bones.)
Since then, KFC has nearly always been a part of my vacations. (Yes, I ate at KFC in New Zealand.) It's almost a ritual. Like I'm not on vacation yet until I've stopped by the Colonel's place. Gotta have my chicken and "American biscuit."
So, that's my embarassing travel ritual. You got any?
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I tend to stay away from anything vaguely American, which is getting more and more difficult these days! I usually try to get to a grocery store and buy a local type of hard candy or snack for the trip.
I'm not sure if this counts, but...Whenever I go someplace, a resturaunt, someone's house, a park and ride, I always feel the urge to use the bathroom. I just have to check out how they have set up the place, and how clean they keep it. To paraphrase Albadore from Harry Potter, "You can always tell how nice a place is, by how they treat their lowest room."
You reminded me of when I was younger and lived in Germany and our family would occasionally go to KFC (I'm from Kentucky) - it always seemed so special!
Today, when I travel around the US, I always go to Wal-Mart. It's not particularly my favorite store, but it's ubiquitous - every town in America has one, it seems. I never go to Wal-Mart at home, but I can't seem to go on vacation without feeling some strange compulsion to go to the local Wal-Mart to buy books and pool toys.
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