Figueres, Spain. In a modern, open lounge area for travellers, we sit with about 100 other passengers – some waiting for the Madrid train and others for the TGV – in French: train à grande vitesse (high speed train) to Paris, “The City of Light” (not only as an early center of ideas and creativity, but as the first municipality in Europe to illuminate its main streets with gas lamps). With my limited luggage positioned like a fortress in front of me, I’m scrunched up on a miniature plastic seat composing an email on my iPhone’s tiny keyboard as Stephen offers our seats to an older couple. Fair enough. We move and I finish my message leaning against a nearby concrete wall.
I’ve just been out and about in Galveston, TX doing what we all have to do: picking up some stuff from various shops, and its suddenly struck me that people are really nice in this area. I don’t know why but I had the stereotypical image of the average Texan as being abrasive and not-so-nice. The opposite is the case.
Went into Office Depot and assistants were falling over themselves to help me find stuff-not aggressively but helpfully. In Starbucks the same happens. People seem glad to be doing what they are doing and are genuinely eager to help and pleasant with it! Amazing.
This is a really pleasant area and if you get a chance you should visit it and find out for yourself.
It’s just nice to have pleasant experiences for a change.