When I moved to Switzerland I was given a bunch of funny stories about integration. Most were relevant (e.g. if you're American don't invite your subordinates to a weekend bbq) but one story that wasn't relevant but particularly funny was a British man who met his old father returning from a first vacation in France. He asked his father how it went and the father said it was horrible. Everytime he asked someone 'where is the train station' the French people would practically fall on the ground laughing. The French word for train station is la gare, while the word for war is la guerre, and so when an old British man would run up to them and shout where is the war, well...