I am a Traveller

A long time ago, I travelled. I've seen a large portion of the world. Since marriage and family, that travel has somewhat diminished. But does that make me a former traveller, or is it more true to say "once a traveller, always a traveler"? Does travel ignite a spark of wanderlust in everyone, or are some personalities more likely to engage in travel than others?

I don't know the answer to those questions, but I'm going to call myself a traveller. I still travel in my mind, and in my dreams. I plan vacations and trips online, and talk about the places yet to see with my family and friends. I remember places I've been, and know where I would return to in a heartbeat, and where I wouldn't bother.

This morning I stumbled across a photo of a Turkish breakfast. I was instantly and vividly reminded of a breakfast enjoyed at an Israeli kibbutz, which in fact had been my favourite breakfast for a long time after, until life got busy with small babies to care for- but now that I've remembered, it's going to be a favourite again. Eggs, tomatoes, cucumber, yogurt, whole wheat roll, and a spread. Back then, we had juice- but I'm going to have coffee with mine. OK, and maybe a glass of cranberry juice too.

Here is my recreated memory of an Israel breakfast. Granted, that's not a roll, and I don't remember what state the eggs were in when I was there. The tomatoes and cucumbers could have been diced up together in a bowl. But the basic ingredients are here, and it was the most enjoyable breakfast that entire summer. The next place we stayed at served corn flakes in slightly warm milk. Ewww.

​When you've travelled- no matter where you've gone- have you come home with an appreciation for other foods from different places? Or have you been reminded of familiar, favourite foods that you used to eat but for one reason or another, forgot about?