Travels

It hit me right in the heart. As if the song had known that I needed it right there. Not loud. Not explained. Just there. Now, a year later, I'm sitting there again after another trip - this time to Vietnam. Just like in Thailand. Like back then. This “I am connected”. With me. With the world. With him. With what was and what remains. Sailing

They let us smell before we tasted. A small portion first. Laughing, patiently, as if they were giving us not just a meal, but a piece of home. Suddenly nothing was foreign anymore. They enjoyed it at least as much as we did. Maybe even more than I wanted another portion. It was so delicious!