We, students from the Netherlands, went to France as part of a school program. It’s a culmination of a 6-week overdose (not really) of French words. So we went to those pretty places in France like tourists (and I think that was what we were, no matter how I tried not to) climbed the Eiffel tower, gazed at Mona Lisa with her weird smile and missing eyebrows, not wondering or questioning why the hell Mona Lisa is exceedingly famous, went to Notre Dame, you name it. Places for tourists, you see.
Lunch break came and the students went searching for Mcdonald’s. Yep, that crazy fast food provider you can find in almost every inch of every country in the world (talk about globalization). In every inch of The Netherlands, were they came from. We were in France, and they were looking for McDonald’s. Aren’t they tired of it already? Aren’t there enough Mcdo’s in the Netherlands already? Don’t they want something new? Something French, maybe? They walked for one hour trying to look for it, singing “Mcdonald’s McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a pizza hut” while walking. We bumped into some students while walking, and found out they were looking for McDonald’s, too! Oooh, how gezellig!
I will never eat at Mcdonald’s again. The next day, even though I had to go there alone, I slipped away from the group and ate some real food. I’ll just blame the food for the bad mood.
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