The opportunity to travel allows one to fully absorb a place through our physical senses.
Feeling the sun on our skin,
The fragrance of the wind,
The music in a city's sounds,
New sights for new eyes,
And the flavors,
The flavors formed from familiar places
But made unique and different and new again.
The flour that is bread in one place is noodles elsewhere.
All the senses combined make the experience of travel,
but the food is truly a condensed version of that place.
Every ingredient really has absorbed the essence of that locale,
that sun, that rain, that soil,
that hand that cultivated it,
then preserved it,
then cooked it,
then served it.
Every meal is a journey, involving many months and years.
And when I finally return home, I am doubly pleased to find a new appreciation for my own daily routine and wonderful foods.
I feel as though I am seeing good friends I have missed on the journey, and I notice how I have changed before I introduce my faithful food to new flavors acquired along the way!