Homesick?

Ok I will admit it. On occasion, I get homesick. A couple months, or sometimes even a few weeks into your journey you may start missing your family, friends, Wegmans, whatever.

When I get homesick, and this is totally embarrassing and will probably prevent Anthony Bourdain from ever marrying me, I always go to McDonalds.

Now it's not that I really grew up on Mickey D's, I actually never get it when I am back home, it's that McDonalds is consistent as gravity, it's the familiar.

The McDonalds in Cluj-Napoca is pretty much identical to the one in Perinton, New York and the one in Paris.

Now I know that it's capitalistic, fat, and chock full of chemicals...but as soon as you sit down with a fountain soda, those famous fries, and a Big Mac you immediately feel at home again. America is a good burger after all. The best part is, half an hour later when your Supersize combo begins to seep into your system, you start to feel like shit, and then you stop feeling so homesick.

You're in the Czech Republic for Christ Sake, enjoy it, and stop bitching about home.