Remember the old “first, second, and third world” designations? Though they might have been economic labels of the past, they come to mind in terms of seat belt use when I’m overseas. “Are they required? Are they a suggestion? Do they exist?”
One must travel internationally to appreciate all the nuances of our world and our lives back home. The flight attendant nods to me to select a piece of bread myself, thus enabling her to avoid bending way over and dumping a plate on my spouse. No tongs required. Common sense in play. That’s what I appreciate most when I leave a litigious society and am put up against the likes of “Well, this is the way we do it.”
Today we shall deal with the constant assistance offered in the hopes of a tip! We are tourists, and we do have a role to play, too. I lie in wait for the dawn illuminating the minarets and domes surrounding us.