I like food.
No, let me rephrase that.
I love food. Food is my life. I would rather be blind and deaf then lose my taste buds and sense of smell. In all of my life memories, I can tell you what I was eating.
Yes, it's probably some kind of emotional disorder, but I don't care. Eating is good.
I was too busy eating the food to take pictures of it, but I did snap some shots of the village, two really cool houses, and our smiling faces.

Me, looking cute in my new dress. AE thinks I look like a pilgrim in it. whatevs.

AE fooling around on his phone in front of Murray's cheese. Yum. Cheese. Yum. Cute boys.

The only wooden house left in Manhattan, built in 1822.

The skinniest house in NYC, 1873. Built in the walkway between number 75 and number 76, the address is 75 1/2. It's 9 1/2 feet wide.
The food was delish, but the hidden gems we found were an added pleasure. Does your town have a food tour?
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