Does this make me a Foodie?

Every now and then I have to post something about a new dish I made, some wildly exotic ingredient I just discovered, or a new restaurant. But nothing compares to the food I enjoyed in the Balkans.
Last month The Husby and I went back to Kosovo to visit old friends and discovered upon going into downtown Pristina that our favorite restaurant, Bella Vista, had closed sometime in the last two years. We were so unhappy! We decided to go to Agora which is only a couple of doors down from where Bella Vista used to be. Turns out their Shop Salad was just as good.
Allow me to tell you about a surprisingly simple salad that is so delicious it makes your heart melt. It is only chopped up tomatoes and cucumbers and some kind of white goat cheese that is a little salty. I spent a considerable amount of time while I lived in Kosovo trying to exactly replicate that salad at home. It was only a short time before I left the country that I found out what kind of cheese to buy. Unfortunately, I don't remember exactly what it is but I could find out. Even more unfortunate is the fact that that cheese does not exist in America. Even if it did, there isn't a garden grown tomato that comes close to the taste of the ones in Kosovo. I have no idea where these tomatoes came from as I never saw fields of tomatoes being grown there for commercial use. Many local people had a few tomato plants in their gardens for their own use. So I believe the tomatoes were trucked in from Macedonia or Montenegro. At any rate, the taste was heavenly. It is no coincidence, I believe, that the Serbian word for tomato is "paradajz" (pronounced like paradise). Think of the best all time tomato you ever tasted and then take that times a thousand. Then you get an idea.
Notice the pizza, too. Again, the best! The only suggestion I could make on the pizzas there is to throw on a few more olives. The olives there are killer. We used to buy packages of some really wonderful black olives that came from Turkey. Never mind the fabulous green olives we used to get from Serbia and Greece.
I have to stop now. I'm working up a little tear in my eye.