I have finally made friends while at a pub. (British culture practically dictates that at least once a week, you visit to the pub immediately after work.) But my new friends weren’t Brits at all. They were Argentineans.
Melissa, who’s mother is a Spaniard and father a Cuban, caused a ruckus among the Argentineans when she offered to take a picture of their group in Spanish.
Some minutes later, out little table was surrounded by boisterous Argentineans who complained (loudly) about the boring British silence, chanted (loudly) “No work tomorrow” and proclaimed (loudly) that Obama is American.
With Melissa translating and a lot of pantomiming, we had a fun (and loud) conversation ranging from American vacation days to our dating lives.
Fredrico, one member of the group, said (loudly) he knew no English and proceeded to start every conversation with “Hello. My name is Fredrico.” By the end of the night, however, his English had warmed up and he was (loudly) proclaiming that Meagan and I had to leave the table because we are not single. Angela, his married friend, apologized for him.
The British regulars were a bit baffled by the decibel level of our table and asked us many times “Not to wake the neighbors.”
But it was no use.
When the bartender finally rang the bell for last call and the Argentineans left looking for an open pub, I noticed we were talking differently. We were talking loudly in a way we haven’t done since the States.
So the two lessons of the night:
One, groups of British people are more reserved than groups of Americans when in public.
Two, Argentineans are even louder than Americans.