Sarah chuckled at Cooper's reaction to Christmas pudding flavoured ice cream.  She had thought it was an odd flavour herself but she had tried it out of curiosity, although she couldn't remember where she had been when she had seen it.  She liked trying new things when she was away from home, although this trip was definitely way up there on new experiences compared to flavoured ice cream.<br/><br/>“Imagine what it must be like to be able to afford such luxuries,” she responded once they could see the various boats around the harbour.  Unlike Cooper this was the sort of harbour she had been expecting, “not sure I'd like not having anything to do every day, I might get bored.”<br/><br/>Walking into the mini supermarket, the first thing she spotted in the entrance way was the postcard rack and she headed over, missing Coopers humming.   She selected a few postcards, for her parents and friend.  No doubt she would be home long before they arrived but at least she had made the effort.  Further in the store they found the freezer housing the ice creams Cooper had mentioned and not the ample choice and an ice cream cone found in the restaurants along the sea front of many European holiday resorts.<br/><br/>“Chocolate cookie sandwich me thinks.” She said reaching in the freezer for her selection.