The common lines I’ve heard all year must be “This is a strange year” or “We are living in unprecedented times.” What fun would it be if every year were the same as the last and nothing momentous had happened. However, I don’t wish for this sort of pandemic of epic proportions to happen ever again. Although I did enjoy every moment of the year, having the luxury of time to stay home to read, learn new things and catch up on hobbies. That being said, the only thing I deeply miss is travelling.
I will admit, I suffer from perpetual wanderlust. I have fantasies of standing in a tiny coffee stand and trying to make a small conversation with the barista who might eagerly agree or chuckles in response to my expressions on cue because he has no idea what I am saying. I day dream about the autumn trees shedding their leaves as the wind blew while I hurriedly walk under them. As the golden leaves fall around me, I feel my feet get lighter and lighter, so much so that all is needed is a gust wind, to cause me to twirl under the trees holding onto my scarf in fear of losing it. When the strong wind passes, I compose myself and hurriedly walk to get to my favourite yakitori place in a small neighbourhood. A girl can dream.
Most of my sense of wanderlust is guided by food. I want to taste someone else’s culture, someone else’s imagination, someone else’s story, or someone else’s sense of humour. Since we cannot be traveling, let’s indulge in a little sofa traveling and look back at some of my favourite food adventures.
P/s: Please share with me your favorite food adventures. Misery needs company.😉
Dreaming in Flavours 