This morning I:
Ate English muffins and drank English tea.
Watched Downton Abbey.
Went online and ordered Swedish cheese and French butter (and Belgian butter and Spanish saffron, German bread, and Italian Guanciale).
Of course, Gary is enjoying the continent as well. He has left Maxim behind in favor of a "Swedish magazine."
"All the text is in Swedish!" he said, excitedly. That way I suppose he won't feel guilty for not reading the articles.
I think he believes that FHM is a Swedish magazine, and the Americanisms (like the title being "For Him Magazine") are a poorly-translated affectation to make it seem exotic to the Swedes.
But, who am I to stand in the way of his beliefs? My tea and muffins were made in the US, I am sure.