The Little Moments

It is the little moments in a journey that can define it for you. When I was 24 I went to visit my family living in Ireland. Last night over dinner we were talking about our favorite memories made there. For me it was smoked salmon, raw onion, and fresh sweet butter on a slab of brown bread. I had just gotten off the plane and we had stopped at a pub for a bite to eat. It was around 5 o'clock in the evening on a cold, wet day in February. As we walked up the hill to the pub the air started to smell like peat smoke as people got home from work and started to warm their houses. Every time I smell chimney smoke or sip on a little smokey whiskey I'm standing outside that pub, smelling the warm fires of home and about to eat one of the best meals I've ever had.