A man who goes into a country must comply with the ceremonies in use there.
See Saint Ambrose {593184} for an earlier expression of this general principle.
I have a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my hotel door. It's time to go to "Don't Disturb". It's been "Do Not" for too long. We should embrace the contraction.
Never looking anyone in the eye when you're traveling on public transport, in case it's interpreted as a sign that you're trying to get off with them.
Are you visiting women? Do not forget your whip
Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.
When you travel the world, you have to watch and you have to listen. We're not going to come in to Ireland without an understanding that there's a history that's very sensitive.
Whenever I travel I like to keep the seat next to me empty. I found a great way to do it. When someone walks down the aisle and says to you, "Is someone sitting there?" just say, "No one except the Lord."
When thou art at Rome, do as they do at Rome.
When in Rome, live as the Romans do; when elsewhere, live as they live elsewhere.
But still, I’d be darned if I was going to be one of those Americans who stomp around Italy barking commands in ever-louder English. I was going to be one of those Americans who traversed Italy with my forehead knit in concentration, divining wordsw from their Latin roots and answering by wedging French cognates into Italian pronunciations spliced onto a standard Spanish verb conjugation.
Wherever you go, respect the local culture or you will suffer.
I'm embarrassed when I see Brits abroad; they have their tops off, wear flip flops, and shout at the top of their voices.
On official trips you listen to officials who guide you and also clothing choices, because there are certain places where you have to have your head covered for example, or whatever it is, and I listen to the professionals.
I was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort, but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.
I get more disgusted with men all the time - particularly traveling Americans. They start out on a trip to Europe and never bother to pack a dinner jacket. This is not only stupid - it's bad manners.
Turning your nose up at a genuine and sincere gesture of hospitality is no way to travel or to make friends around the world.
The American vice would be sometimes speaking too loudly. You can always hear American people on the trains!
There is probably no more obnoxious class of citizen, taken end for end, than the returning vacationist.
There are certain fixed rules that one observes for one's own comfort. For instance, never be flippantly rude to any inoffensive grey-bearded stranger that you may meet in pine forests or hotel smoking-rooms on the Continent. It always turns out to be the King of Sweden.