It is hard to reflect on the past week or so because quite a bit has happened since I last wrote. In addition to getting to know my classmates, the family I am staying with, and the city of Grenoble a lot better, I have also had the opportunity to have a number of conversations with French hikers, climbers, and skiers on trails and in alpine huts. I thought I would reflect on one particularly memorable one, when I had the chance to talk with a couple about their perceptions of Americans. Some were more surprising than others.
I met the woman and man––both around age 30––while staying a night at the Refuge des 7 Laux, a beautiful mountain cabin in the Belledone Range (see picture below!). Practically no one at the hut spoke English, so the experience was both good practice and at times a little difficult. After eating soup and talking a little about our hometowns and our respective passion for mountain sports and landscapes, we decided to try to play a card game together. I took advantage of this opportunity to ask them some informal questions about their perspectives of Americans and they shared some brief remarks. There were a few themes that stuck out from their comments. Overall, both the woman and the man were very kind and mainly just answered my questions with questions. They were curious about what it was like to live in the U.S. and how the customs compared to those in France. Specifically, they seemed to assume that gender roles were a little more rigid in the states than they are in France. They also made occasional jokes about the “loudness” of American culture and individuals. Unless I misunderstood, neither of them had been to the states but had gathered their impressions predominately from popular media and news. Sadly, I couldn’t help but agree with some of their impressions, but I also think sometimes the loudest voices in a place do not necessarily represent the bulk of the people. I think they very much understood this, too. Most of all, after all, they were interested in hearing more about American mountains.
I still wonder to what extent the language barrier prevented me from understanding all it was this couple was trying to communicate. But maybe more interestingly, I wonder if sharing conversation at an alpine hut where we could easily connect over our shared love of the mountains made it easier for us to focus on our curiosities and commonalities rather than differences.
One of the main reasons I wanted to study French in Grenoble was its proximity to the mountains (and the chance to familiarize myself with French alpine culture), and this experience was just one among many I have had that make me feel grateful I have done so. I look forward to sharing more about my experience soon!
