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katriona_sSome days ago. I felt like ...didn't want to have breakfast at home, I left my house earlier and dropped in a cafe near the train station (just sometimes I do this for a change). I ordered hot sandwich with chicken with basil, vegetable in tomato sauce and cheese. Then, my first bite somehow reminded me of my travel to United Kingdom many years ago. The taste of tomato and cheese, or the hotness of food in chilly autumn morning might be the cause, I'm not sure. Thus occasionally I remember my feeling on foreign travel. The nervousness and excitement to see unfamiliar scenery and things, anxiety and relief to move by myself in foreign country, joy and satisfaction to see the things I've been longing to see...
As for my breakfast in the cafe, on the second bite the magic was gone, the sandwich tasted just normal bread, chicken and tomato.
Is this nostalgia, maybe? For the days I was young and had the lesser knowledge and experience but much hope? Those travel can never be repeated. Though I can visit UK or other foreign countries on my holiday (hopefully!) , I'm not the same young woman now, and the world has changed much. It has become more unfriendly place, it seems. I wonder if the people are the same??
As for my breakfast in the cafe, on the second bite the magic was gone, the sandwich tasted just normal bread, chicken and tomato.
Is this nostalgia, maybe? For the days I was young and had the lesser knowledge and experience but much hope? Those travel can never be repeated. Though I can visit UK or other foreign countries on my holiday (hopefully!) , I'm not the same young woman now, and the world has changed much. It has become more unfriendly place, it seems. I wonder if the people are the same??