The Journey.

First glance at the Caribbean from the ocean-to-ocean 
road to Bocas del Toro, Panama.

Sometimes we embark on journeys of self-discovery, whether this involves physically traveling or not. Very often, we ourselves don't acknowledge we did so until the journey has ended, leaving us with answers or perhaps even more questions. Questions different than the ones we had originally. 

Traveling always involves having meals outside of our routine. If the trip is one as I have referred to above, it becomes almost impossible not to associate the food we had outside of that comfort zone with the emotions we were dealing with at the time. You don't even have to have the same meal, or even feel its aromas. A simple mention of it, and the flavors will begin to magically (or chemically!) appear in your senses, and chances are you will be transported to that place, that situation, that feeling, that emotion, that tear running down your cheek, that candid smile in public; the kind of smile that will make a stranger's day when passing you by on the street on their way to work.