I pick at my plate, feeling full long before my old self would have ever dared to. The pork schnitzel, creamed potatoes and sauerkraut at this Calgary restaurant were delicious and authentically German. It only served to remind me of travelling. To Germany, Belgium, Scotland and the place my mind still lingers on while the bright Calgary sun pours through my window bathing my skin in light: London, England.
“You’ve lost your religion,” says my friend Rebecca. She knows how much I love and exalt food. She can’t see the satisfaction and hope food once gave me. She is a smart girl and she could be right. After two months of travelling, a shrinking wallet and walking absolutely everywhere, my piggish appetite seems to have retreated to somewhere I haven’t been able to place yet.
I am in the throes of recovering from this travel withdrawal.
I pore through as yet unorganized photos that remind me of tastier times. How much I experienced! How exotic it all was! How I wish to share these experiences with all of you!
But I’ve never been a very good liar. It’s a readjustment to be back in Calgary. Perhaps what I really want is for the skin on my hands to stop cracking. It is so dry here!
So what? What’s next?
Christmas is literally around the corner. Trust that the eating will continue and that the blogging will follow. After all, a girl’s gotta bulk up for these Canadian winters!
All the best,
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