For little reason beyond the fact that today is cold and yesterday it rained, I’ve been thinking about the trip that Matt and I took to Eastern Europe in 2009. He was on leave from a yearlong deployment to Afghanistan. I met him at the airport in Warsaw. We traveled between Poland, Ukraine, Romania, and Hungary, and spent much of those two weeks bundled up, walking around ancient cities, and eating strange food. It was freezing but beautiful. Don't worry: there is no recipe today. I don’t really miss the tripe soup.