Whenever I told my fellow Americans that I was going to Australia, they always reacted in two ways. The first reaction was about the guys:
The other was about Australia’s fine fauna:
You know your friends are good friends when they post this shizzle on your Facebook.
Now that I’m in Australia, I can see these stereotypes for myself. Or not. Because honestly…
And what of the poisonous animals? Perhaps it’s because I’ve been in the city, but I haven’t seen anything scary so far. Though I have taken a shine to all the unusual birds around Sydney.
The Australian White Ibis, or as I like to call it, the Garbage Bird. As exotic as they look, they’re actually a pest.
I’m tempted to make a Finding Nemo reference.
An Australian Magpie!
Though as I pass judgement on Australia, people have passed judgement on me. I’m an American, you see, and I’m living in a residential college for international students. I find it highly entertaining to hear other countries’ stereotypes about the USA.
Granted, it’s partly our fault that we have such a great rep.
As I’ve tried to explain my country, I’ve run into some roadblocks. America is a big place. My understanding of the US is probably totally different from someone who lives, in, say, Texas, or California, or Kansas. I can only give biased opinions.
Well, I do my best.
I’m a born ambassador, that’s for sure.