The very thought of coconut rice was enough to trigger a deep longing for the local delicacies. Returning to the bland English food was always one of her least favorite things about coming home. There were only so many boiled potatoes a woman could eat before going truly mad. "I almost want to return to Venezuela now, if only for the pork." The craving was so intense she could almost taste the rice.

Never one for subtly, Jo couldn't resist prodding him for his hidden details. "What did it feel like?" The community she lived within whilst working was accustomed to foreigners and their strange ways, though they never made any moves to exclude her. They were a less restrictive, more intuitive sort. Jo always felt at ease amongst them. "More free, maybe? Compared to home anyway." She suggested.