A good number of years ago, we rented a "holiday let" with dear friends in Yorkshire for a week. It was a two bedroom attached row house, with a nice if somewhat small kitchen. It was my first experience of shopping and cooking in another country. The basics are the same, the ingredients are familiar but somewhat different. I cooked dinner a couple of times, Stephen's mother, Peggy, sent lamb stew over for us one evening it was heavenly, my first real experience of good lamb, she told me how to make it (sadly, she died a year ago, but she will be forever remembered.)
One of my dreams in retirement is to rent apartments in unfamiliar places and live somewhat like a local for a month or two, cooking in unfamiliar surroundings. My idea of fun.