Countries That Actually Love Having American Tourists

Countries That Actually Love Having American Tourists

One of the strangest sensations when traveling abroad as an American is the heightened sense of your American-ness. That I’m-from-anywhere accent you picked up from ’90s sitcoms becomes an invitation for people to guess where you’re from. Texas? California? When all else fails, and you don’t want to explain where Oklahoma City is, just claim to be from Miami, then watch your new friends’ eyes get wide. You, my friend, may just be from the Most Interesting Country in the World.

Point of fact, you don’t even need to be all that charming to be intriguing. We’re #blessed with a solid currency, a language that our colonial forebears took global, and a luminous pop culture that put Jordan jerseys on kids in Buenos Aires and etched Jackson jams into karaoke playlists in Seoul. Your American-ness precedes you, often for the better. So look past what you think the world thinks about the United States writ large. When you’re an American abroad, you’ll find warm welcomes many places — these countries perhaps most of all.


Why they dig Americans: Aussies are famously welcoming to the travelers they call Yanks, accent in full flair. They appreciate that we also bailed on the Crown. They will rib you over how much armor NFL players wear compared to the spare pads of Australian rules footballers. If you’re trying to date there, you might find that your exposure to modern American manners goes a long way with Australian women, who are known to complain about their country’s-vintage gender roles.
Why you should go: Hospitality flows through their veins, and Australians are notoriously chill, so you won’t go 10 minutes without meeting a new pal. Drive the 150-mile Great Ocean Road, one of world’s truly epic coastal road trips. Bookend the trip with nights in Adelaide for its great arts scene and in Melbourne (say it: “Melbun”) to play or watch cricket. This drive sends a tail between the legs of California’s Route 1, and the crusty pub characters you’ll meet en route will be unforgettable. Sydney’s trendy; sun-bleached Brisbane resembles their Miami before ours fell so deeply in love with itself. Although the days of hitchhiking have faded — when I hitched across Australia years ago to see AC/DC, nearly every ride turned into an on-the-spot backyard barbecue invite — that trusting, festive spirit lives on. Lagers, fish & chips, and new friends await.


Why they dig Americans: The United States established strong diplomatic relations with Georgia after its independence from the Soviet Union. Since then the two countries have cooperated on trade and security: After a visit from one of America’s great international players, the capital city of Tbilisi dedicated one of its major avenues, calling it George W. Bush St. So raise a glass to Georgia, which claims to be the birthplace of drink, and which sends us hundreds of thousands of bottles of vino annually.
Why you should go: For starters, this West Virginia-sized former Soviet Republic is naturally stunning, from the Caucasus Mountains in the east to the Black Sea in the west. Strong US diplomatic ties make it possible to stay in Georgia without a visa for up to a year. The current exchange rate is in your favor, 2.5 lari to the dollar: 30% stronger than just three years ago. There’s even an economic index for khachapuri, a national eggy-cheesy-bready comfort food that’s been steadily growing in popularity in the United States. The former Soviet state that shares a name with an American state is ripe for a visit.


Why they dig Americans: Ireland could very well be the 51st state ( lo siento , Puerto Rico). The Emerald Isle shares many of the same political and social values that the United States holds true — and there’s a great chance if you’re reading this that you’ve got some Irish in your background somewhere. One person Ireland truly loves to claim: that stealth Irish descendant in the White House. Aside from enjoying a pint or two during his presidency, President Obama also has direct ties to the Irish village of Moneygall in County Offaly. Drive by and notice a sign proclaiming it Obama’s ancestral home. There’s even a highway rest stop: Obama Plaza, complete with a 24-hour gas station, Papa John’s, Tim Hortons, and visitor center honoring our 44th president.
Why you should go: Cheap flights and strong diplomatic ties make Ireland extremely accessible for Americans — there’s even an express line at customs. Want to extend your trip? US citizens can stay for up to three months without a visa.


Why they dig Americans: Until 2016, any American who made it to Cuba was risking federal charges. And Cuban people respect that. I went there LONG before it was legal (statute of limitations FTW) and every single Cuban, after asking me if I knew their cousin Yurisleidi in Miami, asked how I got there. Then, as now, they were excited to share their music, family, and food with us, diplomatic impediments be damned. I think they saw us Americans as a blank slate to fill with beautiful images of Cuba and its culture. Literally four different families invited me to have dinner in their homes. Also, those valuable dollars we bring with us don’t hurt.
Why you should go: It is, right now, a surreal otherworld that has barely budged. In Havana people drive (and maintain) cars you’ve only seen in American Graffiti . The buildings are stunning, if dilapidated. Shows are the sort of cabaret you’d have seen opening for Ricky Ricardo. Best of all, it’s been hermetically protected from American franchises, American media, American tech. But get out of town, to the beaches of Varadero, and you’ll also be backstroking through some of the most beautiful waters in the Caribbean, with just a fraction of the price or the crowds of other islands. The diving here is pristine, for now. You’re best served to go soon, before you read that inspiring story about the first Starbucks in Havana.


Why they dig Americans: OK, so the survey might say otherwise ( poll revealed that only 37% of Japanese people think Americans are honest — yikes), but in my experience, the Japanese are nothing if not graciously patient with, and kind towards, Americans. This is particularly true when you begin examining the little pieces of American culture that have been adopted in pockets across the country. In the Meguro neighborhood of Tokyo, aspiring Japanese cowpokes in Stetsons and Wranglers line-dance to the sounds of Brad Paisley at the Little Texas honky tonk bar. Hula schools and Hawaiian food are beloved across the country, with some people dropping wads of cash on appropriate hip-shaking attire.
Why you should go: For starters, Tokyo is the greatest food city in the world (come at me about this: I dare you), but there’s so much more to explore outside the glittery high-rises of Shinjuku. The Japanese countryside, whether trekking up into the mountains or headed towards the beach, is its own special brand of charming, and here, running into an American is — for many Japanese — an unexpected treat. I once met several octogenarians on an island in the Seto Inland Sea whose faces lit up when I told them that, not only was I American, but I loved jazz. Stevie Wonder might be onto something with this whole music-as-a-language thing.


Why they dig Americans: America’s snowshoeing northern neighbors can be polite to the point of stand-offishness. But they know Americans as brash, passionate, and warm, if amusingly clueless about Canadian culture. While the two countries share a lot of common ground — i.e., easy foundation for friendship — idiosyncrasies abound. Thus you’ve got plenty of room for banter, AND politically engaged conversations.
Why you should go: Picture Alaska, only bigger. The vast country is crammed full of natural wonders even beyond the rush and roar of Niagara Falls or the ethereal northern lights as you near the Arctic. Find solace in thick pine forests while gazing at the snowcapped Rockies at Banff Park, or head to Tofino in British Columbia to watch for the arc of a humpback whale as you surf. Canada’s home to the best skiing and snowboarding on the continent at Whistler Blackcomb, and some spectacular wine country just across the border from Washington. To do the scenery justice, book a cross-country train trip and soak in the expanse of the prairies or the serrated majesty of the Rockies. You’ll be surrounded by friendly Canadians proud to show off their home, and eager to ask what the hell is going on in the United States — because that always, always bears explaining.