The nose knows....

Isn't it funny how smells can just transport us??  Like, the smell of the first rain in spring always transports me back to outdoor school or camping.  I love that wet, green smell.  Sometimes I'll get a hint of cologne mixed with pipe tobacco that reminds me of my dad.(He smoked a pipe when I was little) Or if I smell baking cookies -really sweet ones, I think about Disneyland and walking down Main Street, breathing in all the goodness the bakery has to offer. (side note - did you know that Disneyland actually pipes the smells from the bakery out to the street? Walt's idea. True story) But nothing transports me back than the smells that remind me of Africa.  Sometimes it's just the smell of burning wood mixed in with other odors that does it.  Even here at the hospital sometimes I get a wiff of something and BAM... I'm in Tanzania.  I find myself inhaling even harder, trying to capture that moment, that feeling of being back in the place I love most...