Travel Food

So it seems that when I travel I tend to stray from my normal eating habits. I see those fun places that I usually deny myself and tend to act like a kid in a candy store. As if traveling signifies some sort of unspoken freedom from reality. Lucky for me I don't travel often.

Starting off my trip to Panama, the first meal I ate in the air port was my fave, Burger King. Then I allowed myself the strawberry licorice that was a childhood favorite but has been scratched from the adult menu. Of course I cursed myself after the deed was done and was already calculating how I was going to make this up to myself. However, in the great air port in Atlanta, there was a great health food place to eat. My guilt was soon brushed away when my eyes met with the chicken, rice, and assortment of mixed vegetables. I was a little worried about the taste but was pleasantly surprised. And it was not doused in salt!

Despite being in the small air port world surrounded by highly frequented fast food flubs I was able to get back on track after being saved by the health food haven 'Marche Bistro Health Cuisine'.

So all is right in my world again except the fact that my flight was delayed 3 hours...ugh!!!


God Bless
Tausha