Mistaken, Nickled & Dimed.

We forgot that when we travel, people (even Americans) mistake us for Europeans. This time I’m still Italian, but perhaps with different clothing and a non-shaved head Mandy is French, rather than German. I’m still not sure why. In previous trips I’d assumed it was our conspicuous lack of obesity. Maybe we dress two decades behind American fashion.

We’re also reminded again that in most shops in every other country in the world they have the basic courtesy to round their prices inclusive of tax to the nearest currency unit. The USA is the most small change happy nation on the planet.