Expat Life: Overheard at the Airport

by missfootloose on February 11, 2012 · 19 comments

in Armenia, Food, people watching

Overheard at the airportEavesdropping on other people’s conversations is not nice, I’m sure your mother told you so. But airports are full of conversations and interesting scenes and if you live the expat life and spend lots of time in airports, how do you avoid hearing what other people are talking about? I, Miss Footloose, have not been able to find a solution for this problem. So when at times I hear fascinating diatribes and discourses, such as in this earlier post, I try not to feel guilty simply enjoy them. Here, for your possible entertainment, another little scene I witnessed a few years ago at Zvartnots Airport in Yerevan, Armenia.

Real Food

“I’ll be happy to be home and get some real food,” the American woman says. She and her three friends are waiting for a flight to Paris, as am I. From what I’ve caught of their conversation I gather they’ve been on a vacation here in Armenia, have done the tourist thing, and are now on their way back to the US full of memories and stories. They’re a happy-looking tribe and apparently have had a good time. Except for the eating part, it seems.

Real food? I’m thinking. This is Armenia, not the land of processed much. The markets in the summer overflow with fruits plucked fresh from the trees and most meat is carved fresh from various animal carcasses. Wonderful bread of various kinds is available everywhere, fresh all day long.

“Well,” she says, catching herself, “I mean, you know, the food is good, but it’s all so fat!  That barbecued meat is so fatty!”

Horovats: Armenian barbecue

I’ll give her that. The Armenians aren’t much into fat trimming, and fatty meat does well on the barbecue. Horovats, or barbecue, is an Armenian specialty and it’s delicious. It’s what’s done for parties and picnics.  You can also buy it by the roadside, or from many barbecue shops in town for lunch or take it home for dinner if you don’t feel like cooking.

I’m wondering what the woman means with real food, and I am rather surprised to hear her complaint. What’s not real about Armenian food?

Lavash, sheet bread baked by slapping it against the side of a pit oven with a wood fire at the bottom

All three women are of generous proportion and possibly (I’m guessing here) not strangers to fat and sugar-laden American processed food, which, last I heard, is not real food. Just check the labels.

The three women commiserate, yes, they’d like to go back to their American diet. “What I really crave,” one of them says, “is a – – – ” Unfortunately whatever it is gets swallowed up in a crackling Armenian flight announcement so it is lost to me. I have to admit I would have loved to know, because I’m shamelessly curious.

Miss Real Food says she’s going to get some coffee. Her friends decline her offer to bring some back for them, and she wanders off to the coffee shop. She returns some time later, carrying a cup of java and a paper plate with an American-style doughnut on it, sticky white with powdered sugar.

“Look what I found!” she sings, and bites into it with relish. Her baby blue eyes widen with delight as she chews.

“This is so good!” she says.

I guess she found herself some real food.

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What pearls of wisdom have you overheard in airports or other public places? I know there are some gems out there, so please hit that comment button and entertain me.

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naomi February 11, 2012 at 5:56 pm

LOVE this! We giggle at airport conversations too … although we realize that we giggle more, the longer we live abroad and learn more and broaden our horizons 🙂
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Brianna February 12, 2012 at 3:12 pm

HA! This is hilarious. I love eavesdropping and people watching in the airport. Although, it can be dangerous… I always run the risk of finding myself exceptionally annoyed (read: embarrassed) at fellow Americans.

Great blog!

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Elizabeth February 12, 2012 at 3:23 pm

I’ve recently discovered your blog and love it, Miss Footloose, precisely because you avoid the Mayesian view of the world and provide such an observant, sympathetic, and witty view of your serial expat life! I was particularly drawn to this post for two reasons: I’m an Armenian American and an enthusiastic foodie (who also happens to be living a decidedly un-Mayesian existence in Italy 🙂 Cheers!


missfootloose February 12, 2012 at 7:01 pm

Thank you so much for the compliment! Yes, I definitely do not live like Frances Mayes in Italy. I do love Italy and have been there a number of times and might even end up living there not to far in the future. Most likely not owning an old farmhouse and having my own grapes and olives.


Nancy February 12, 2012 at 8:55 pm

Yet another reminder how adverse some travelers are to jumping in to the novelty of traveling, in this case, sampling the local foods.

Thanks for sharing with us ~
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edj February 13, 2012 at 2:58 am

Oh I LOVE eavesdropping! I hear the most interesting things! I do remember how weird it felt at first to be back in America and be able to understand the conversations around me! 😉

As to “real food.” We all like our own version of comfort food, what we grew up with. For Mauritanians, it’s boiled goat meat that they suck off the bones. I know, not for me. But when we were overseas, people in the US would ask me what food I missed. They wanted to send me something. But what I missed most were berries. Here in Oregon, we have gorgeous fresh berries all summer long–blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, loganberries, etc. I missed them terribly and of course no one could send them.
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sine February 13, 2012 at 9:52 am

Haha, love it! I do it all the time too, the listening in on other conversations. I try not to stare while doing it. I love to imagine what other people’s agendas are, why they are there, where they are going. Maybe that’s the inner writer in you…
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Pat February 13, 2012 at 1:53 pm

Oh please tell me the American you overhead wasn’t having a big Mac attack. Thankfully not all Americans have palates like hers. All my American friends & family have been won over by the slow mo French cuisine…of course if Le Frenchman (mine) is doing the cooking that adds to the appeal!
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ML Awanohara February 14, 2012 at 7:01 am

As it happens, Miss Footloose, I am currently reading a story by Henry James, The Pension Beaurepas, about a pension in Geneva that attracts its fair share of American tourists. Mme Ruck and her daughter, who have just arrived, are disparaging of all things European, apart from the shopping that is! The ladies in your story remind me of them — and for that matter, you remind me of the protagonist (James) in your gently mocking story-telling style!

Seriously (actually, I was being serious!), has anything changed since the late 1870s? Well, I guess we have Big Macs and Dunkin’ Donuts now…
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missfootloose February 14, 2012 at 9:10 am

What a lovely reply. Miss Footloose is most delighted. Human nature is human nature and does not change with the times, I’m sure.

PS: I’m pleased you like my writing style.


Annabel Candy, Get In the Hot Spot February 14, 2012 at 12:12 pm

So true about how human nature is human nature and does not change with the time:) That’s what makes this story a classic with global appeal. I think she was craving a twinkie!
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guyana gyal February 14, 2012 at 3:50 pm

I was waiting to hear that *real food* is hamburgers, fries, sausages.

I know an American [in America] who loves Guyanese food…veggies cooked Guyanese-Indian style! My sis. says many Americans love Guyanese-Indian food.

I don’t eavesdrop. I just can’t help but HEAR when people around me talk hahaha 🙂
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GutsyLiving February 15, 2012 at 7:43 pm

Well what can I say? I know what you mean and perhaps Costco and Claim Jumper have “real food.” I’ll never forget someone ordering pork chops at Claim Jumper and they were served 3 giant pork chops, for one person!
Anyway, I’ve had French relatives criticize me when I don’t serve a first course for dinner. I tell them that cheese and crackers, before dinner, is the first course.
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Aledys Ver February 15, 2012 at 11:33 pm

Funny the things one gets to overhear or see while waiting at an airport!
This anecdote reminded me of a joke my husband always makes when we eat ethnic food, for example, Indonesian. He always says, “let’s have Indonesian food today! Or as they call it in Indonesia, ‘food’.” 😀
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Camden Luxford February 18, 2012 at 2:30 pm

Wonderful! I’m a shameless eavesdropper in these sorts of situations – it doesn’t help that English tends to leap so clearly to the ears when one is used to being surrounded by a different language.

I’m trying desperately to think of an equally delightful anecdote but I’m only on the first coffee of the day and the gears are moving slowly. The only one that springs to mind was overheard in a backpackers hostel in Ireland, a French boy earnestly trying to convince an Italian girl that “to take a piss on you” meant to poke fun at you. The phrase is, in fact, “to take the piss out of you”. I shuddered at the thought of her using it in polite (by backpacker standards) conversation.
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Richard February 18, 2012 at 8:20 pm

Nearly 35 years after the fact I still remember a snatch of conversation I overheard on the street in New Orleans…One woman was saying to her friend, “Everyone’s a pain in the ass to someone. I’m a pain in the ass to my ex husband.”

As far as “real” food is concerned, again years ago, after being out of the States for almost four years I went on a root beer binge that lasted several months. I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. Not that I drank it that much before, but not having had it for several years the first glass at a fast food joint just set me off. On the opposite end it’s weird some of the stuff you crave when you’re living abroad. Like Kraft Mac and Cheese. Hardly ever at it living in the States, but started “Jonesing” for it the second year in France, and with all that wonderful food there the horror of craving Mac and Cheese was awful.
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Garrett February 24, 2012 at 11:49 am

I never comment that I want “real food” when I am heading back to America, but I do state that I can’t wait to eat all the crap with all the dipping sauces that I can’t get here in Italy! Yum!
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missfootloose February 24, 2012 at 12:01 pm

Along with the complaint about the fat, the “real food” is what got me. And of course we all love the crap we grew up with. In my native Holland I always head for the meat croquettes and the stroopwafels (syrup waffles). Grease and sugar overload.


Claire February 28, 2012 at 3:02 pm

It is always a huuuuge disappointment to come back home after traveling abroad, eating all kinds of delicious food that I don’t know how to cook or can’t buy in WV, and arriving home to the land of processed grub.
PS-I love eavesdropping at airports too!
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