From our December/January issue: Readers share anecdotes about an awkward subway encounter in Paris, an icky barbecued special in Thailand, and the requisite monkey behaving badly.
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My wife and I were driving from Jackson Hole, Wyo., to a microbrewery in Idaho. We were halfway there when we came upon a man who waved a flag and told us to slow down. We assumed there was road construction ahead, but when we turned the corner, we saw hundreds of sheep crossing the road. Our timing for the stampede was perfect! Eric Gongora, Woodstock, Ga.
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At a hotel in Florida, a housekeeper kept studying us intently. We finally asked her about it. Since we had put up "Happy 50th" banners in our room, she was trying to figure out which of us was 50. My husband and I are nowhere near that age; we were celebrating bringing our children to all 50 states. We still tease each other about who looks older. Penny Zhitomi, Shelton, Conn.
Next stop: Grand Teton
I was in Cuzco, Peru, with my friends Marion and Kelly, and we were trying to find the Sacsayhuamán ruins. Marion, who's pretty busty, was wearing a tank top, so she got a lot of whistles from the guys. While we were looking in our guidebook, a young boy came up to us and said "sexy woman" to Marion and pointed to the top of the hill. Marion got hit on by an 11-year-old! When we came to the ruins, we kept hearing everyone say "sexy woman, sexy woman." Turns out that's just how Sacsayhuamán is pronounced. Marianne Kroutchkevitch, Santa Monica, Calif.
We often feel that way too
On a family trip to Interlaken, Switzerland, my dad evidently looked like a local. While he was hanging out one day, someone asked him a question in German. He replied, "Sorry, I don't speak German." A few minutes later, someone else came by and asked him something in French. He answered, "Sorry, I don't speak French." Just as my mother and I walked up, we saw a man ask my father, "Where is the nearest bank?" My mom and I were shocked to hear my dad say, "Sorry, I don't speak English." Tricia Abegglen, Vernal, Utah
It kind of works both ways
Before going to Paris with my friend, I taught her some French, such as ne me touche pas (don't touch me), which made her giggle because touche sounds like douche. One day we became separated on the Métro. I heard a woman across the car wail, "No me douche pas!" I wondered why someone would announce that she didn't shower, and then I saw that it was my friend! She was fending off a homeless man who was petting her hair. Elizabeth Montez, Costa Mesa, Calif.
It usually takes several years to get to that point
My husband and I spent the first night of our honeymoon in Venice. I had read that some Italian cities have a high petty crime rate, which made me anxious. Since it was warm, we left the shutters open—it seemed safe because we were on the fourth floor. During the night, I heard a noise and bolted upright. To my horror, I saw a man at the foot of the bed! I shrieked, "Get the [bleep] out!" Seconds later, the man said in a hushed voice, "It's me...." It was, of course, my brand-new husband, who had gotten up to close the shutters. The event was so disturbing that we were both shaking for days. Now, only 12 years later, we laugh about it. Kerry Ascione, Tinton Falls, N.J.
Taking a page from Rick Steves
While studying abroad in Italy, my best friend and I often took trains. One night we pulled into a station very late, and since the next train wasn't till morning, we had to spend the night there. We went to the bathroom to freshen up. There was no toilet paper and no paper towels, but I had my Rick Steves travel guide. Ripping pages out of the book saved the day. Jessica Presto, Raleigh, N.C.
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