Miscellaneous Notes on European Travel

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Miscellaneous Notes on European Travel

Bai Yunqing

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The fifteen-day trip to Europe allowed us to visit beautiful countries one after another. I also learned about the local cultural characteristics. It was midsummer, and colorful dresses filled the clean streets in the hot country. If you take a closer look, you can see that people are dressed very casually. Most of them are solid-colored vests and simple shorts. Regardless of age, men or women, they give people a very comfortable feeling. But for formal occasions, such as going to work, going to church, or attending a banquet, you need to wear formal attire. Just like one day when I went to Notre Dame de Paris, I was stopped by the security guard for wearing shorts! Boys in white shirts playing guitar and singing, a group of girls in dresses whispering and laughing, children in strollers, an old man in casual clothes and his pet dog, these quiet things are like fish swimming in the deep sea , floating slowly over the entire city.

Food

To be honest, European food is really not flattering. Maybe the Chinese people are not used to Western food culture. Whether it's pizza, steak, cheese, pasta, French meals... those "delicious dishes" that look mouth-watering often fall short. Later, as we got used to it, we discovered that in this all-in-one self-service place, we even have to season our meals ourselves! At this time, the bottles and cans on each table finally came in use! When we carefully season the meal to suit our own taste, we can truly feel the full color, aroma and taste of a European meal! Another phenomenon in Europe is also eye-catching for us. Whether it is a tourist attraction or a street restaurant, there are young mothers with babies who are a few months old or three or two years old. In the restaurant, it is nonsense for mothers to feed their babies. Babies are treated the same as adults, which reflects the equality and respect of European countries. When we walked out of the restaurant, a three- or four-year-old baby was delivering the dinner plates to the collection area under the guidance of his father.

Live

In Europe, you can’t see the high-rise buildings like Beijing, nor the colorful lights like Shanghai, but the small mid-rise buildings and simple villas exude a sense of luxury. Peace and leisure. Those colorful flowers on every window sill, those neatly manicured lawns in every yard, those swaying swings and childlike slides in the yard in the afternoon, those clean air and shining sunshine...

The trees are flowing green, and the sunlight becomes transparent in the afternoon, forming such a quiet residential area. On the other side, there is a tall man driving a sports car, a noble woman with a diamond ring on her ring finger, young girls toasting in a bar, a punk band playing rock and roll on guitar on the street...the roar and sound of various motorcycle and sports car engines. The world's top brands displayed in various display windows exude a lazy and luxurious atmosphere, and all this noise is like a flame in the middle of the night, quickly igniting and gathering in the sky. They have better social welfare and security, which I understand deeply. As soon as I got off the plane, maybe because I caught a cold or was acclimatized, I had a high fever of 39 degrees. When I was pulled to a small clinic in a daze, there was a smell unique to a clean hospital. I briefly explained the symptoms, followed by a series of formal examinations, including blood pressure measurement, intraocular pressure measurement, and temperature measurement...Then the doctor in a white coat smiled and handed me two pills and warm water and asked me to lie down and rest. I was not allowed to leave until the fever subsided. I was surprised by their friendliness towards foreign patients, and I was even more impressed by their all-round, free and integrated attitude!

Okay

The sky seemed to have been blown by a hurricane all night, so clean that there was not a trace of cloud. Only the pure blue remains, arrogantly rendered above the head. Like an ink bottle that was accidentally knocked over. Just like in a dream, the angle of the sun, the smell of the air, and the birds quickly disappearing into the woods are all so similar.

Whether it is in Rome, the ruins of the Colosseum or the Maiden Fountain in Piazza di Spagna, there is a trace of heaviness and a little bit of the feelings in "Roman Holiday"; in the Vatican, the pictures in the museum Famous paintings and statues, the smiles of the twelve angels in St. Peter's Square, all carry a halo of sacred inviolability; in Venice, the Italian gondoliers singing loudly on the gondolas, the white doves spreading their wings in front of St. Mark's Basilica, They all have strong exotic customs and cultural atmosphere; in Switzerland, the tranquil and majestic snow-capped Jungfraujoch and the dreamy and real city of Geneva all constitute the symbols of this most desirable country; in Germany , German dark beer with pure white bubbles, and the beautiful Neuschwanstein Castle hidden in the forest, all with a kind of solemnity mixed with a little enthusiasm; in Austria, the dazzling Swarovski crystal headquarters is like a dream Pastoral towns all give people a modern and brisk aftertaste; in Provence, the endless fields of purple lavender and sunflower fields under the sun give people warmth and strength. They are the only paradise I miss in my dreams; in Nice, The long coastline of the C?te d'Azur and the smooth and beautiful pebble beaches are all echoes of peace in my heart; in Paris, the dazzling Eiffel Tower under the sun and the Notre Dame de Paris under the sunset are the corners of my mouth that slightly raise every time I recall this trip. ...

The sunset and the breeze became unimportant, the shadows of birds in the sky reflected on the white clouds were no longer important, the snap of the camera shutter was no longer important, and the luggage was no longer important. The sound of the box pulleys rubbing against the ground is no longer important, nor is the sound of the plane flying off the ground with a bang, nor is the sound of the breathing becoming long and wandering.

Everything disappeared without a trace the moment the plane took off, and Paris was just covered in clouds and mist...