As I wander around Spain, I’m having a hard time finding yummy food.
For me, Havana was an interesting mixture of the vibrant now and haunting remnants of a glorious past.
20 baht food items ruined my life in Chiang Mai. If it cost 20 baht and was vaguely edible, I would gleefully shove it into my face. The only exception was the 40 baht mango sticky rice from the delightfully mean lady with the porcupine mole in the morning market. She has my heart still.