The Mauritian air was heavy with the scent of molasses.
That was the first thing that any of us noted about the new world we had just embarked upon. It’s funny, because each place that we entered had a distinct scent to it—whether it was the pungent scent of urine and sweat in Brazil, the scent that can only be called ‘Caribbean Paradise’ in Puerto Rico or the old smells of Cape Town, you knew how far you were away from home not by the sights or sounds, but by the amazing smells that you never noticed before. It makes me wonder whether or not I will notice one upon my return to the United States—perhaps there was something there all along that only getting away will ever show you. I am eager to leave the ship in San Diego in two months time and see the changes that I notice in the place I once called home.
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