People travel for various reasons – relaxation, business, culinary experience, or family visits. For me, my job does not require me to embark on international trips (which I could though), I am not a foodie who visits wine vineyard orfly to Italy and learn about fresh pasta, so the main reasons I travel are relaxation and family visits.
This past vacation, I was able to combine both. When I was not busy meeting with relatives, I lost myself in street markets and random streets to learn about the local culture and customs. Although Hong Kong is familiar to me, the everyday details never failed to mesmerize me. I love ‘old’ stuff. I once was a ‘hoarder’, be it old T-shirt, stained newspaper clips, or a broken toy, I still kept them in a safe place at home. But with limited living quarter, I was ‘forced’ to give up some items. Ouch. In Hong Kong, while there are numerous Westernized bakeries on almost every other block, I still have a yearning for old-fashioned bakeries. When I came across such ones, my heart melted with sweetness and yearning. The intoxicating sugary smell, the simple, yet tasteful pastries; therefore, yes, you can have your macarons, tiramisu, and fancy chocolate tart, just give me a Chinese pastry and I would feel like home again.