A week ago I went on vacation to Xalapa, Veracruz as part of the "Semana Santa" vacation in M茅xico, so after having spent a few very pleasant days at sea, I got a little melancholic and started writing about the pictures I took, remembering the food, the places and how it made me feel. I think it's my way of expressing how much I enjoyed this vacation.
As I sit here in my kitchen, staring at the Tupperware containers filled with the remnants of my vacation, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It's been a week since I returned from my trip, and yet the memories are still fresh in my mind. The laughter, the sights, the sounds, the smells - everything is still so vivid.
And then there are the leftovers. The food that we couldn't finish at the restaurants, the snacks that we picked up at the convenience store, the bottles of water that we didn't drink. It's all here, in my fridge and on my countertop, waiting to be consumed or thrown away.
I open the first container and inhale the aroma of the seafood chowder that we had at the pier. It smells just as delicious as it did when we first tasted it. I heat it up in the microwave and take a spoonful. It's still good, but it's not the same as it was before. The magic of the moment is gone.
I move on to the bag of chips that we bought at the gas station. The bag is half empty, but the chips are still crispy. I munch on them absentmindedly, but they don't taste as good
饾槜饾槱饾槹饾樀饾槹饾槰饾槼饾槩饾槺饾槱饾槾 饾樀饾槩饾槵饾槮饾槸 饾槪饾樅 饾槷饾槮 饾樃饾槳饾樀饾槱 饾槦饾槳饾槩饾槷饾槹饾槳 饾槞饾槮饾槬饾槷饾槳 9
饾槇饾槺饾槼饾槳饾槶, 2023
