you can't win 'em all

Part of traveling is eating gross things.  This picture represents our feelings about discovering that the magnum gold chocolate bar is some kind of butterscotch crap rather than the "gold standard" of chocolate bars I was expecting.  If we cant pick ice cream labelled (deceptively) in English, what hope is there for us?  Oh and the magnum gold is actually gold, not yellow.  Think about how they achieved that.

I don't want to complain too long, but I have to tell you about the salty liquorice we ate in Iceland.  It was the worst candy I have ever eaten.

Part of traveling is also eating delicious food.  This includes new foods and old favorites.  I didn't like tomatoes (probably due to the influence of ma chère soeur) until I ate them fresh off the vine when I woofed in Bordeaux in 2000.  Currently we're playing "farm" in Normandy and the taste of the fresh butter from the neighbor and the free range eggs we collect in the morning is fabulous.