Fish Out of Water

As I step out onto the street from our apartment, I can't help but feel like a fish out of water, even though I'm doing my best to blend in. Of course, I am committed to embrace the French way of life, and that includes going braless, something I never did back in the States. It feels liberating, but it also makes me wonder whether it's my posture or just something about my demeanor that screams "American."

The women around me exude effortless style and grace. Maybe my decision to ditch the bra is making me stand out like a sore thumb. Am I too old to go braless?

I notice a distinct difference in posture. Their backs are straight, shoulders relaxed, and they glide with an air of confidence. I, on the other hand, realize that I am slouched, my shoulders hunched forward, and my gait hurried. Perhaps that's it – my American hustle, even when on a year sabbatical.

In the States, a firm handshake is the standard greeting. I know that the double-cheek kiss is the customary way to greet people here. It feels a bit awkward at first, as I lean in and try to mimic the graceful, cheek-to-cheek peck. I giggle nervously when I accidentally brush my cheek against someone's earlobe. Or they just put out their hand for a shake. What to do?

My accent definitely gives me away when I do speak. I try to order my “piccolo” in the most convincing French I can muster, but the barista's look of confusion makes it clear that I sound like a foreigner. I chuckle at my own linguistic limitations.

But as my weeks unfold in Biarritz, I realize that standing out as an American isn't necessarily a “bad” thing. Embracing cultural differences, even if it means the occasional awkward moment, allows me to appreciate both countries. I may not have fully mastered the art of the double cheek kiss or perfected my posture, but I'm learning and growing with each passing day. My braless adventure is just one small part of my year-long journey.