Men, Cafes, and Mexican food

One of the best things about living abroad is seeing new places and people. I realize just how little of that everyday adventure I receive in Derry. Not to say that there are not interesting moments there still, like trying to understand the pedestrian chicken game everyone seems to play on the streets (personal space doesn't appear to exist there) or the always fun times of trying to find equivalent food items such as tortilla chips and sour (aka soured) cream. But having lived in Derry for nearly 10 months, I've been rather starved for newness. All that has turned around with Melanie's and my Scandinavian journey. In one day, we've seen more eye candy than we have in the past 10 months, and sat in several cafes for a quick break from sightseeing to have some ice cream and needed caffeine (Derry is distinctly lacking in this important aspect; its a beer drinking culture, not a cafe culture). Best of all experiences so far has definitely been – the Taco Bar. Neither of us realized just how desperately we missed Mexican fair (any to be had in N. Ireland must be homemade, and let's face it, that's just not the same..) therefore our enjoyment of the Mex Mix combo plate was beyond our imagining. And now its time to pull away from the computer and get back out into this teeming metropolis full of new sights, sounds and tastes all awaiting our deprived palates.