European's FIRST IMPRESSIONS of TEXAS

It’s actually kind of nice to see someone being enthusiastic about the U.S. these days. Thanks for this.

Eva so glad you chose to stay with us at Fabulous 40s Motel in Adrian Texas. I pray for you every day to have a fun safe journey across our great Country. Take care have fun. Love to you. Ramona

I'm a 70 yr. old man who clicked onto your site bc of the title. When I saw how young you were I thought this may be a waste of my time. Instead, it was a delight. So many things we take for granted in the US that you give us a different perspective on. So many stereotypes we have of each other that major media promotes and that you are brave enough to challenge. Your positive attitude and refreshing personality made me a subscriber. Keep up the good work. You are a treasure!

As a Texan, I appreciate your positivity! We are so often stereotyped and looked upon negatively. This was a fun video! Enjoy all your travels! I admire your courage and sense of adventure!

"In a world where our differences become our identities, we need to focus on finding common ground." So beautifully said.

I'm from Texas, and I was 30 years old when I went to Europe for the first time. That was the first time I had ever heard someone refer to water as "still" water. Like a hick, I was like, "well, what was it before?" 😄

As a TEXAN, it is facinating to see your view of my home. glad you enjoyed it. Sorry the entry was so difficult. ps. I love froot loops!

I think I can speak for all of your subscribers that we all have fallen in love with you. Your honesty, joy, beauty, intelligence and fearlessness speaks to the person that I wish I was when I was younger. You are truly an old soul. I so enjoy seeing the world through your eyes and you make me feel that I’m along for the ride. I’m so grateful to have found you on YouTube! Wishing you and Vilk the best in your future travels.

As a Texas native, I can attest to the very sincere hospitality of people, especially those in RVs.

I was born and grew up in Canada. In my early 30s, I received a job offer from the US and wound up spending a few years working down in Texas. I admit that I moved there with MANY pre-conceptions. It was a formative experience for me. Today, 20 years later, I still strongly believe that Texans are some of the most welcoming and kind people I've ever met. I was treated by co-workers like family during Thanksgiving and Christmas and many of the friendships I made there persist to this day.

Texas has everything! Great people, food and the most beautiful geographic locations! I know you had a destination but you could spend 3 months exploring Texas and not see it all❤️

Your smile and zest for life is contagious. Don’t let anyone dissuade you from pursuing your dreams. Thanks for who you are and what you do.

As a fellow Texan we’re glad you’re enjoying your time in our beautiful state. Safe travels.

As a born and raised native Texan for the last 67 years, I found your report charming and for me somewhat emotional. I like the way you see the good and everything. I’m subscribing because I wanna see more. And good luck with your travels.

The thing about Texas is that it’s so big, with so many people - 29 million - that you’d have to spend a month there to truly experience Texas. I’ve been all over the country, one thing that’s certain about Texas is that they have the loveliest people, regardless of ethnic background. Texans are the epitome of southern hospitality

I'm a 48 year old New Zealander and I only wish I'd discovered Texas at a younger age. If I was in my 20's or even 30's and the US would have me, I would move to Texas in a heartbeat.

Mark Twain once said, "Travel is the greatest cure for social prejudice". As a Native Texan who has traveled all over the U.S., Canada and Mexico, I believe this to be absolutely true.

She found out what us Texans have always known. The longest part of any roadtrip for us is just getting out of the state. 😂😂

Love your videos. I visited Poland for the first time in 1994, my first of ten or so visits. Felt super exotic to me, just as you describe your first days in the United States. I loved so much about Poland. The people were so friendly, warm and generous. They thought me exotic because they heard about America but had never met an American – most of them. People invited me into their homes and their lives. Behaved as if I were the king of England. Wanted to discuss politics and know everything possible about the U.S. I loved the food. Pirogi, kapitka, bigos. Oh, how I loved bigos. In those days there were still milk bars. They were amazing. Sadly, within a few years they were all but gone, replaced by KFCs and Burger Kings. I’ll never understand why Poland was so eager to embrace the worst of American culture. My first trip to Krakow was a kind of heaven. In those days, the buildings were still decrepit and they had stuff like toilet paper (brown and rough like sand paper) in the shop windows. The people hadn’t yet wrapped their minds around basic capitalistic concepts, which led to a lot of interesting economic choices. But it was all so real and so beautiful and so charming. I liked Krakow way better then than, later on, after it had all been fixed up and the shops filled with tourist goods. I met many wonderful people who became good friends. I also met a woman. We fell in love, dated long distance and eventually married. We were young and still had much to learn. We had love to burn but burn it we did. Eventually she left me but she was brilliant. In Poland, she was on a track to be someone important. She gave up that track to move to the U.S. but she began again, graduated college with a 4.0 GPA, attended medical school and is not just a cardiologist today but the head of a cardiology department. More impressive than that, the nurses adore her. For me, that’s the greatest honor a physician could have – to be loved by those who are in the trenches caring for people day and night. I met so many other folks whom I’ll never forget. People so kind, so generous, so full of idealism. I remember one family, poor as church mice but their home (with ten children) was overflowing with love. My grandmother came from a small town in Poland. She told me all these stories from her childhood. That’s what motivated my odyssey. To see those places. That’s the same town where I met my ex-wife. I don’t mean to imply that Polish society is perfect or ideal. There were many problems, just like anywhere else. What one loves is more about the person making the evaluation than the place itself. So I guess, in speaking about Poland, I’m speaking about myself. I love the Polish nation, its people and its culture. I love the huge Slavic soul that embraces life with idealism and passion.

Being from southeast Texas I am amazed how much things change after I make it past Houston. I could only imagine being from Europe.