This army runs on its stomach.

I must agree with Napolean, food is important. Since we arrived in Budapest four nights ago we've had Thai, Greek, Mexican, cooked pasta for ourselves, and went to a continential style resturant, the Soul Cafe, for yuppie type food. As much as we loved Croatia we were getting awfully tired of the food. That happened to us in Italy as well. As much as we both love Italian food, our fickle San Franciscan palettes are used to munching our way around the world in the course of a week. Thai, Ethiopian, Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, brewpubs, veggie resturants, middle eastern....ok, now I'm making myself miss SF. One more word - burritos. Ummmm....burritos.

The hits so far while traveling:

France, lunch in Samoens with Hannah and Erik. Three of us had a yummy baked cheese dish with ham, pear and bread. Also the tartaflec that Hannah made. We easily could have eatten a dish twice a large, she wisely did not make the large size.

Geneva
Tomato fondue while sitting at a sidewalk table of a little resturant. It was not the right season or weather for fondue, but it was wonderful. The tomatoes turned the fondue a paler shade then tomato soup. There were few tomato chunks, just the taste of cheese and tomatos. While were eating a group of school children walked by with their teacher, their little eyes were table level and the chorus of "Oh, fondue!" rang out, along with many little voices piping up "Bon appetit!" Obviously a hit with the pre teen crowd. While the lunch was fantastic, the prices in Geneva are sky high. We had a starter of assorted chacueterie, the fondue, and a half liter of white wine for lunch for 80 dollars. Good thing we didn't want to do all of our traveling in europe, we would run out of money in a month or two.



Kotor, Montenegro
Grilled local fish at a resturant inside the old city walls. The waiter was one of the more outgoing we had encounted so far, he reeled off the names of hollywood stars when he found out we were from California. He kept pausing, as if expecting us to say, oh yes, we know them well. There is a salad in Croatia and Montenegro, and probaly Bosnia, that I love. It is called chopped salad, shopski, in phonetic Croatian, and it is cucumbers, tomatoes, onions or peppers and cheese all diced up into little cubes. The version in Sarajevo was good, but in Montenegro the local cheese was softer and less salty then the Sarajeven version. It made the salad so perfect. I miss that salad.