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I've only been abroad one time, and there were little gecko/lizard things everywhere, climbing up walls and scurrying across roads, and nobody cared. I was constantly fascinated but to the locals they're just kinda there.
Bonus question to anyone who visited the UK - was there anything that fascinated you but I'd be taking for granted?
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Lately it's been the waymos (driverless cars) in San Francisco, assume it's the same in the other couple cities there going. They've been going a couple years now so they've been normalized for locals but every so often I see people taking pictures of them or waving there hands in front of them trying to fuck with them.
The sea. Fr I grew up here and it's a'ight, but like... People freak out. I feel sad for people who live inland.
Also if you want to see an actual nice beach then get to know some locals and find out where they go. Tourist beaches are always ruined by tourists and tourism businesses.
I live near the Rocky Mountain line so I've seen it many times. People I've met in other cities I've lived in always say they're jealous that I'm close to such a place but live there long enough and they just become another mountain
I've only ever lived in Northern Ohio and Florida, two very flat places. So when I visited Denver, it was so weird to see the mountains always looming RIGHT THERE. You always know which way is West.
About the UK.
I really liked the Edwardian and Victorian heritage. You'll find remains of beautifull crafted industrial stuff and craftsmanship that is nearly lost.
Summers are wonderful, it doesn't rain very much. We tell outsiders that it rains all the time. Oregon, USA.
When I was in grad school, a French post doc saw one of the pine cones ( some get around the size of your head). She wanted to keep it to prove that “ everything is bigger in America “
In Oxford, it's "normal" to see students walking around in sub-fusc (formal academic dress) at certain times of year. It's not just for matriculation and graduation, you have to do all of your exams in it, too. Tourists seem to love it, though. Some will ask random students for photographs. Some won't bother asking.
Poutine is lazy junk food and there's nothing impressive about a slop pile of gravy, curds, and fries.
Gambling
I live in the Gulf Islands of BC Canada. So. Many. Tourists. I don’t leave my house on the weekends in the summer. We have fabulous beaches though, and it really is lovely. I moved so much as a kid so I’ve always been like oh this is a cool place, I could move here whenever I travel. This is the first time in my life when I’m happy to be going home. Vancouver island is amazing.
