I like to think of myself as an "easy traveler" because I kind of tend to get used to different cultures and usually enjoy the process, so when I read the above post my first thought was: "Well, some people just miss home sweet home, and some don't", but after a while I realised that is not the case at all, exhibit no. 1:
After a couple of weeks of living as a proper McPereyra in a flat in front of the Glasgow Park, every morning I tried to have a proper british breakfast, that is, if there was enough time: eggs, bacon, sausage and even some haggis, however, if I was running late -as was often the case, some habits will live with us forever- I used to buy a couple of donuts buns, or a scottish pie when I was feeling a bit more suicidal. Anyway, this might sound like a bit too much, or something you can't get used to but I did somehow. Most argentinians can't live without decent meat, mate and dulce de leche for long periods of time.
However, I went on vacation and my first destination was Paris, it was there where it happened: I actually got emotional when I got served for breakfast: (Proper)Coffee with milk, croissants, toasts, butter and marmalade, 'twas just like being at home.
So, even when I wasn't actually missing anything I really liked to have a little something from back home, in this case breakfast and ham and cheese sandwiches where tokens from home while being far, far away.
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