If I was feeling homesick, or had hankering for some western food, there was no where better than visiting a nice cafe, sitting outside or being around art and greenery. It was a nice treat, and one I always looked forward to. One of the best things was things about these western style cafes is that they would make the best dish they could make. You want a waffle? You got the best waffle. You want a granola with your fruit bowl? You got the best granola someone could make. You want a creamy pasta dish? You can get a creamy pasta dish, with homemade pasta. All of the cafes had something special and tasty to eat, no matter what it was. If it was on the menu, that means they were good at making it. Here are a few pictures of a few cafes I frequented in four months.