Today, I became THAT tourist. We all know who THAT tourist is. They go to a foreign country and eat only what they are used to eating - hamburgers, hotdogs, etc. I have made a conscious effort to avoid being THAT tourist during my first trip away from North America. But today I buckled.
I had to walk to the Post Office today - not a horrid walk, if a bit long to undertake in the heat of the afternoon - in order to mail postcards off. On my way there, I passed the Pizza Hut. Again. And on the way back, the familiar smell hit me and I just had to go in. I ordered a Hawaiian pizza and paid about the equivalent of $3.50 for a small. It was SO worth it, though.
Nom. *in shame*
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Your Daddy always craves popcorn when we travel. He looked very assiduously and fruitlessly in Norway for popped popcorn, for un-popped popcorn ( don't know how he was going to pop it on board ship) any popcorn. Pizza sounds very good to me.
ReplyDeleteI don't feel too bad then. And there is the fact that the pineapple on the pizza was fresh instead of canned. Yum!
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