Easy. I "Googled" it and there it was between Albania and Andorra.

Seriously, though, it was not what I expected. From my early childhood, I remember seeing lots of poster hordings alongside main roads in France which declared: "smoke like an American", "act like an American" and "be like an American". Of course, what they really meant was "SPEND like an American". The two easiest dialects to mimic are German and American. German, because all you have to do is speak arrogantly as if in a very bad mood, spitting all over everyone. With American, all you do is slur all your words until they are barely understandable and then pretend you're John Wayne.

When I was about six, I visited my gramps in Andorra and we all went out to a restaurant where the movie playing was the eighties version of Flash Gordon with all that great Queen music. It had been overdubbed with Spanish and had French subtitles. The English I spoke was tainted with Americanisms because maman had lived in Florida for some years. So, at seventeen, when I shared a flat in Edinburgh with a student from Oregon, the language was partly familiar. Of course, California has no dialect of its own but is a concoction of US and Mexican dialects. I found that my Spanish was better than my American which is how my early pics ended up on so many Latino websites. The American people took a bit of getting used to. To illustrate, in Europe, we hear them saying all the time; "have a nice day", which sounds insincere. I was shocked to discover that, in the States, they actually mean it. They really want you to have a pleasant day. Yanks take their movie-making seriously and are far more professional about it than any of their counterparts in Europe. There is no posing. The fucking is for real and can go on for hours.

Stripping has never been a problem for me, but when my first photographer in LA said "ok, kid, spread 'em wide", I was astounded. Normally, in real life, I only spread when I want sex, but these were softcore shoots. I obliged, but felt uncomfortable as there was not one cock in sight. So you can imaging my horror, when he said "peel your lips open". Up to then, I had never done this. Peeling open my pussy was something that guys did when they were getting horny and they were trying to make me wet enough to insert their cock (not that I ever needed much fingering). But opening my own pussy was not something I ever did for myself.

At first, I was reluctant because it seemed an odd thing to do. But I was politely but firmly informed that; "this is the way we do things in America and 93% of the market for porn is in the USA - so take it or leave it". I needed the money so I took it, but it left me feeling frustrated. So I went out and purchased a bigger vibrator (no shortage of those in Babeland, just off Santa Monica Boulevard). The other surprise is the situation over blow jobs. In Europe, we primarily have straight "dick in pussy" sex, not this artificial stuff. But I gather that it all began with US Navy personnel stationed in Thailand. In real life, I have NEVER given a blow job to any of my adult partners. All they ever wanted to do is get their cock into my pussy by the shortest route possible. Granted, I often lick them clean and suck them dry afterwards, and I still love to hear him groan with pleasure as I kiss the tip, swallowing the last of his juice, and then wank him as I gently tickle his pee hole with my tongue. But here were movie makers expecting all their female models to perform this act on the males (even when the males actually just want to have a good shag). This does cause problems in that it takes much longer to make a movie because the guys keep on cumming. American photographers also make a big thing about creampies. Believe me, in Europe, internal ejaculation, with or without condom, is the norm.