When we first moved overseas (UK), we bought a Volvo through US diplomat sales, and it included a trip to Gothenburg to pick it up. It was also extended by a couple of days because we did it over Christmas.
We. Had. A blast! It was the first truly "foreign" place we visited, and we stayed at a posh hotel right downtown and everything was decorated for the holiday.
I still remember our first meal in the hotel - it was the first time I'd ever gotten food that was plated artistically, and we both got such a giggle at the carrots; they were the thickness of school pencils, then halved lengthwise, and we got precisely three halves each, arranged like a peace sign with a little 3oz piece of beef in the middle. The only word for it was "precious."
Anyway, I bought some ground turkey yesterday, giving it maybe its fifth or so tryout in the house, planning on mixing it half-and-half with lean ground beef for sloppy joes.