The idea is appealing and it's definitely something that is romanticized. I'd like to think that I would enjoy it and relish in the opportunity. Unfortunately, if I were to be completely realistic, I would lose my mind. My anxiety would keep me nearly incapable of going to a store. If it was a country that spoke a language other than English, I would sit in front of a mirror, scared to go outside, because I would be too worried about messing up the language and getting myself into trouble somehow, or even just embarrassing myself. I'd probably end up sitting in a small room, too stubborn to admit it was a bad idea and too nervous to do much of anything. Of course, that would be if I were to go alone. With my partner, I'd survive. She'd enjoy every single second, I would be so worried about breaking any cultural norms that she'd just have to laugh at me. I assume at some point, I would get used to it and maybe even comfortable.