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Not Exactly a World Traveler

I’ve never been much of an international traveler. Not because I didn’t want to see the world, but because I always felt I should explore my own country first. So unless you count a white‑water rafting trip to Canada or that brief cruise to Cozumel and the ruins at Tulum, I’ve mostly stuck to that guideline. I’m certainly not a world traveler — even if my blog is.

Which is why the international energy of the World Cup landing right here in New England has been such an eye‑opener. I didn’t have to pack a suitcase or renew a passport. The world simply arrived on my doorstep, and suddenly I’m noticing cultural differences I might have completely missed if I were the one traveling abroad.

When you’re the visitor, you’re too busy adapting to take stock of what’s different. But here at home, with my familiar routines and my usual landmarks, the contrasts stand out in the best possible way.

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The Japanese: Respect in Action

Take the Japanese fans. After their match, they quietly stayed behind to clean the bleachers — not their section, all the bleachers. No fuss, no announcement, just respect and responsibility in action.

And then there was the story of the Japanese visitors who tried to pay for the free chips and salsa at a Mexican restaurant. Cultural humility meeting American hospitality — and everyone smiling about it.

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The Aussies: Joy at Full Volume

Then came the Aussies, chanting “Oi! Oi! Oi!” with the kind of joy that could power a small city. You could hear them before you saw them, and honestly, it was impossible not to grin.

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The Scots: Music, Merriment, and… No Beer Left

The Scots have turned Boston into one big musical block party. Bagpipes on the T. Singing in the streets. And according to local bars, they’re drinking us under the table. Not metaphorically — literally running out of beer. It’s impressive in its own way.

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The Norwegians: Vikings at Heart

And then there were the Norwegians, fully committed to the Viking theme. Instead of doing the wave, they sat down and did a full “row,” like they were powering a longship straight through the stadium.

I thought that was peak creativity until I saw a group of them sitting on an escalator doing the same rowing motion as they glided upward. I will never look at an escalator the same way again.

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What’s Even More Remarkable

With all this energy — the singing, the chanting, the costumes, the beer, the bagpipes, the Viking rows — what’s struck me most is what hasn’t happened.

None of the riots or chaos that sometimes follow big sports wins here in the U.S. or in other stadiums around the world. For the most part, the world has come together here in fun and enjoyment. It’s been loud, joyful, and a little chaotic at times, but never destructive. Just people celebrating their teams, their cultures, and each other.

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A Lesson for All of Us

All these little moments — the kindness, the enthusiasm, the humor, the pride — shine brighter because they’re happening right here in my everyday world. I didn’t have to travel internationally to see the beauty of other cultures. They brought it with them.

And honestly?
We Americans could learn something from all this.

Bring our enthusiasm and joy when we visit other countries.
But also clean up our messes.
Be respectful.
Smile more.

It’s the universal language.