It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others.
The best part about traveling is immersing in other people’s lives. Observing how others interact with the world and find joy in life. In that process, maybe learning a little more about myself and even changing a bit along the way.
As the meal went on, they started chatting in Burmese, and Fred leaned over, half-smiling. “My parents are having a religion crisis.”
From the train windows in Sicily, the most common sight was abandoned farms—brick houses without roofs, their surrounding lands overtaken by weeds and cacti. Sicily is grappling with a climate crisis.
On one of those heavy rainy days, Fred and I were outside a bakery, sharing a pastry and an umbrella. A man pulled up in his car, rolled down the window, and shouted, 'Take this'
Whether it’s a complex traditional dish like the sweetbreads at Parcelles or the beef bourguignon at Joséphine Chez Dumonet, or fresh, creative takes on tradition from unassuming neighborhood restaurants—like the green bean salad at Café du Coin or the best razor clams I’ve ever had at Le Verre Volé—it doesn’t matter. It’s always good.