Several summers ago when I was just a young boy, me and my family decided to vacation in Europe. From the start I was already nervous about going to another country where people don’t speak the same language as me. We stayed in Paris for a week before spending our last few days in Normandy, not too far from the D-Day beaches. It was a long drive from Paris to Normandy. After many hours in the car, me and my family decided to stop in a small town and get some lunch. After wandering around town for some time we ended up choosing to eat at a diner. To set the scene up and provide some context, we only speak English, and the restaurant we entered was practically empty. Only two men sat at the bar. Upon entering the restaurant we were immediately shown out as the hostess informed us there were no available seats for us. Well obviously this wasn’t the case. We clearly communicated that we are five people who would like a table. That’s usually the first order of business when you enter a restaurant. What would we be doing in there? Clearly they just didn’t want to deal with English speaking people. Perhaps they dislike Americans or maybe they ran out of food. But I find it far more probable they didn’t want to deal with English speaking people. It was a language barrier that the restaurant employees just didn’t feel like dealing with. It really wouldn’t have been hard to just point at stuff on the menu. His whole interaction caused my Father to throw a fit.