KFC Hot Wings... All Around the World

Many of you may know that I am a huge, huge fan of fried chicken... not neccessarily at KFC (I prefer Popeyes). In fact, KFC sometimes skeeves me out, but I do love their hot wings!

Michael and I don't typically like to eat at American chains when we travel, but over the years, we've made an exception for KFC. It all started when we were in St. Martin during our first vacation together in May 2007. We rented a car to drive around the island, and I got hungry (as expected) but we just had lunch! All of a sudden, KFC appeared out of nowhere!... and it had a drive-thru! It was like KFC heard my dilemma... and it was the perfect thing to hold me over until dinner.

Then my first time in Germany that same year, as we were driving to Michael's cousin's house in Nuremburg from the airport, the first familiar thing I saw was KFC!... but we didn't have time to stop over. I am still kicking myself for not speaking up that day. Luckily, when we were in Prague a few nights later, the opportunity came again when KFC was the only thing opened when we arrived late. Anh La, Kathy, & Duong (Michael goes without saying :) were all down for KFC, so I think we bought at least 40 wings :) maybe even 60!

It was sooooooo yummy and (as always) hit the spot... that the next morning, while waiting for everyone to get ready, Anh La, Michael and I settled for cold, left over hot wings!..

... and would you believe, it was still just as good as the night before!?? lol

From then on, it became a tradition for us when we traveled - if we saw a KFC, we'd stop by at some point to try their hot wings. The chicken is different in every country, ya know?! Below is Michael (with his chicken claws) testing it out in Ibiza, Spain last year...

And if I remember correctly, none of these countries had KFC hot sauce - wth??!! But the best KFC hot wings we have ever had, hands-down (so far), was more recently in Istanbul. It was seasoned so well already, it didn't even need hot sauce!

Funny thing we just realized... we've never had KFC hot wings together in Portland, New York, or London! I guess we never thought of it... we'll just have to check London off our list this weekend! We'll keep you guys posted :)

Our 1st Blog Entry

Michael and I had been talking about starting a blog for ages!!!.. but we both didn't know where to start (and were mainly too lazy). We've been fortunate enough to travel many places together in the last 2 years and wanted to a way to document it all... we're a bit behind :) but better now then never! We'll back-track and blog about past trips and experiences now and then, but in the meantime, let's start with...

Our 1st "official" Christmas together!
(Last Christmas, Michael was in NYC while I was down-under with Tram :)

Up until this point, I'd been living in London for 8 months, since moving from New York in April... yes, all by my lonesome self! Michael stayed behind in New York to finish his work at Marsh, but even as he arrived in London last September to meet me for our vacation (we went to Lisbon, Barcelona, and Ibiza - so much fun!!!!), complications at border control led to his deportation when he tried to come back into the UK after our holiday. As he headed back to Portland to wait for his UK work permit to approve, I was alone again in London for yet another 9 weeks. My duration thus far in London was the longest time I'd ever been away from family or friends, so you can imagine how excited I was to go home for Christmas!

Portland was hit with the biggest snow storm I had ever seen - but luckily, not until the day after I flew in (I would have had a mental breakdown had I been stuck at SFO for any amount of time longer than the planned layover :) but as I landed, I was the happiest (and luckiest) girl in the world that week!.. snowed-in a house full of food, my parents, and Michael!

My dad was so bored, he built a family of snowmen (and women - with boobs :)

It was my 1st Christmas with Michael's family too - now they are a fun bunch!

Which is where we got the title for our blog... no matter where you go in life, what you experience, or who you meet... home is always where the heart is.