I have a thing for markets. They give me a warm, cozy feeling; offer exotic foods; and tend to be cheap and colorful. Borough Market in London? Definitely in my top five. It appeased the beast inside me growling for cheese with its wheels of Comté cheese and its variety of cheeses unknown to me. My best discovery was the Ubriaco (Italian for "drunk"), an aged cows' milk cheese whose rind is soaked in wine. As if that weren't enough to make me want to live there, the spiced apple cider fought the late October chill. The biggest pot of curry I've ever seen played its own role in thawing my bones, too. To top that off, the oysters were as fresh as the ones I eat in my coastal hometown of Puerto Rico and the options for dessert (organic fruit, dulce de leche, shortbread owl cookies) completely immobilized my already indecisive brain. Luckily I had only a day left in London; otherwise, I might have spent the last of my money on gardenias (which would've made it impossible for me to get to the airport).