In the states, people watching is great (especially in NYC and on Venice Beach), but in Europe, it is a totally different ballgame and I love getting caught up in it. I also love to try and blend in with the locals and sort of hide myself so that in the case that there are other people playing my people-watching game, there is NO way they'll guess that I'm an American until they hear me talk. However, I have a tell. As soon as I smile. Yep. Teeth.
I can't remember what movie it is, but there is a line that goes something like, "There's only one country that issues teeth like that..." in direct reference to the US. Actually, it might have been in Downton Abbey. Now, I know that America isn't the ONLY country that has people with straight, bleached smiles, but it is true that the dentists in my homeland have a knack for issuing forth some pretty fan-tabulous choppers. Now, this is not to say that people from other countries don't also have fabulous teeth, but that is one of those go-to identifiers that almost always help me peg my fellow Americans.
Ooooooh, teeth... I used to have a gray tooth right in front, a huge gap, and an overbite. It wasn't pretty. I am eternally grateful for the dentists and orthos (and painful years of getting braces on, taken off, and put back on again) in my life who have given me this perfect set of chops, but man oh man... I guess I need to drink more tea/wine so I can blend with the locals!