PalenqueBob

I often think back to the very first time i set foot on European soil- in my case European volcanic pumice as on my first trip i took Icelandair and landing in Reykyavik and did their Hotel Loftleidir flight/hotel stopover package.

Iceland was a shock - no trees on the long bus ride from the U.S. militlary airbase at Keflavik and the terrain was bleak - piles of volcanic rock - a college student from the mid-west had never seen nor imagined such a desolate landscape.

Reykyavik thus was my first European town - and it too was memorable - kind of an outpost in the Arctic but surprisingly warm for early May, 1969. I learned that it rarely got below freezing and the temps were a fairly stead 40 low - 55 high most of the year.
What surprised me most in Reykyavik were the many young men with very long hair - even though it was the 60s everyone young here looked like a long-haired Beatles clone.

The airline's hotel, Hotel Lofteidir was my first European hotel - really a modern motel but with a great breakfast buffet - lots of fishy stuff, etc.

Two days later i took the bus back to Keflavik to fly to Luxembourg, my first really Continental European city and i thought, with its deep gorge, it was the most beautiful city i had ever seen.

Of course it would soon be eclipsed by many other places but still remains dear in my heart.

What was you first city - how did it strike you and when was it?

ira

HI PB,

Helsinki in 1967.

Lovely town.

Wekiva

My first European experience was in landing in Brussels at the start of a month long architectural tour of Western Europe during college in 1992. We spent no time in the city but simply got in our rental vans and headed toward Paris seeing a few cathedrals along the way. What an experience that trip was.

cls2paris

Munich. First trip, landed and somehow figured out to take the train into town. We didn't know which stop to get off, so just randomly picked one. After wandering around to find an "exit" sign, we walked up the steps and we were in front of the glockenspiel! We couldn't have picked a better stop. It was the first of many sites that brought tears to my eyes and made me thankful that I am able to travel.

Rd

My first was in 1993, landed in Amsterdam on the way to Zurich! Will never forget how overawed I was!!

kerouac

My first European city was Le Havre, because we used to come on the boat. I was 2 years old. I actually have crossed the Atlantic by ship 9 times.

bfrac

London, 1997. We were met at Heathrow by a dear friend we had not seen for a few years and it made it all the more special to share it with him (and for him to share his city with us). We have since returned a couple of more times and added many more cities to the places we've been but that will always be special.

Debi

My first one was London, 1969. Then flew to Paris. 1969 was not a good year for Americans to visit Paris.... I've been back a few times since then - MUCH better now!!!

Alloro_beata

Florence, Italy late 1966, at the time of the Great Flood. An experience of being confronted with great beauty in the throes of a disaster.

kismetchimera

Provence was the first foreign soil outsite Italy that I have visited when I was a teen.
I Spent the summer in Avignon at my cousin house.

I was so happy that after all these years studying French in school I was able to practice the language.

USNR

Naples - 1952. Overturned and sunken ships in the harbor. Ragged kids. Miles and miles of bombed-out ruins south of the city alongside railways yards.

Poohgirl

Chamonix in France, January 1999. I had wanted to go to Europe since I was little, and I was so excited to finally be there. Well, England was my first choice, but they don't have much for skiing. The most important thing I learned was that the French really aren't rude or mean or evil in general. I admit I was a little leery of that but my fears were pretty much unfounded.

rickmav

Athens in 1979. And I hated it. Although I'd wanted to go to Greece ever since Grade 5, I underestimated how dirty and noisy an ancient city can be. And the language barrier was enormous in those days - it was 'all Greek to me'! We loved Corfu tho' and Paxos, and seeing Knossos on Crete. Have never returned.

Statia

An 11-hour layover in Amsterdam, then on to Munich before heading to several more cities/countries. I was 15 years old and immediately smitten.

gracie04

Paris, December 2000. I'll never forget the feeling of "I'm really here!"

Johanna

Padraig

Dublin, 19**. Born there.

First city after that: Glasgow, 19**+4. Abiding memories: playgrounds locked on Sunday; the underground; a big placid dog that scared the shit out of me.

McAllister

Paris...and it was this past April! I adored it and was so happy that it lived up to my expectations (Paris had been my dream destination for as long as I can remember!). That same trip we were also able to travel a bit in Switzerland - although I loved Paris, Switzerland had me in awe! Since then we have been to Edinburgh and London...however, I don't think anything can compare to my first trip.

Celiaanne

Limerick, Ireland - 1967. I remember being taken by my traveling companion's uncle to a jewelry store to buy a "cross and chain." I don't remember much else about Limerick (and after reading Angela's Ashes, maybe it's for the better).

We continued to travel to 8 other countries and many cities on that trip, but nothing compared to that day landing at Shannon for the very first time.

sandi_travelnut

Waldsassen (sp?)Germany on the way to Prague in 1999. We landed in Milan, got in a car and drove non-stop to that tiny town for the night before heading into Prague.

knoxvillecouple

Naples in 1961 - I was 14 and on a "round-the-world" trip with family (space available via my Air Force dad) - after that on through Europe and home.

As an adult more appreciative of things (not that I wasn't when I was 14 - after all I studied then but couldn't enjoy the wine ), Vienna in 1988 (not counting Frankfurt airport layover).

KC