And just why do you think we would be miserable
My family is pretty much the embodiment of small town’s people. The sort who all live in the same little place with about 2500 people. Everyone knows everyone and small talk consists of gossip about what everyone has been up to in the last week or so. They are the sort to travel to Germany to attend a tiroler music festival, to drink warm beer, and dancing includes lots of interlocked arms. Parties are the sort where all the chairs and other seating are set in a circle in the living room, and they sit around drinking coffee and eating pastries. Limburgse vlaai to be exact. After a few hours of that, the men will move on to drink beer and nearing the end there will probably be some sort of shouting match about something someone said to somebody, 3 years ago.