[throw_away1525]

Yeah, there's nothing like visiting a beautiful village somewhere like Mexico (or Eastern Europe in my case)... such wonderful traditions, an old woman taking her goats and sheep out. An old man plowing a field with a horse and a wooden plow that looks no different than what his ancestors used 150 years ago. The best chicken soup you've ever had - made from an old rooster (good luck finding one of those for sale back home). Delicious sour homemade yogurt - made from the milk from the same old woman's flock!

Ah, yes, and the ever present smell of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons from the partially combusted plastic in your neighbors bonfire. Just lovely, a smell that takes me back to my childhood when we used to burn those green plastic army men during battle...