“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell.”
At two years old, I wanted to be Belle. I wanted to explore the world with a book in hand, seeking adventure outside of the bustling streets of New York City. I found my magic and exploration through food – my parents are adventurous eaters themselves, and I wouldn’t turn down the chance to try anything. Tongue sandwiches were a childhood favorite, much to the disgust and surprise of adults around a little three-year-old at Katz’s Deli.
Relocation to the mysterious suburbs did little to mute my sense of wonder. After my first international trip to London in 1997, I became convinced that afternoon tea was a wonder that took place everywhere outside the states – and the King David Hotel in Tel Aviv did little to mute that idealistic view, treating my naïve self to helpings of tea and apple pie.
Paris won my heart in 1999. The crepes, a magical thing called Nutella that hadn’t made its way stateside yet. Belgium taught a ketchup-hating girl that mayonnaise on French fries was a wonderful pairing. Powdered sugar in yogurt is a weird, yet somehow delicious treat in Turkey.
I taught girls to dance the Cotton-Eye Joe next to a statue of Lenin in Ukraine. Shared earbuds with a young guide in Peru. Burst bubbles next to the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin.
Each place, each experience, each taste, smell, sense of wonder brought me closer to understanding the world around me – to fill the sense of adventure that has encompassed my thoughts and dreams since I was little.
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