Last night I watched a cooking program where the chef prepared a lovely langoustine dish. I have only had this delicate crustacean once and it was on my trip to New Zealand.
I had taken the Coastal Pacific rail from Picton to Christchurch, the journey through the countryside and along the coast was so beautiful.
It was late when I checked into my hotel, and I went downstairs for a bite to eat. There were 2 restaurants, one casual and bustling with people. The other, elegant with a peaceful atmosphere, that was the one for me.
As I looked over the menu, I realized that this would be beyond my budget, but I wanted to stay so I decided to have a starter and thought that would be sufficient. I ordered the langoustine with cream sauce and a nice glass of local red wine.
I'm not sure if it was the food, the atmosphere or just the entire experience but it felt so luxurious and tasted like the best thing I had ever eaten.
For me, that is one of the great joys of traveling. I can savor those precious moments and relive them again and again, just like they were yesterday.
