The Hunger for Authenticity
If I'm an advocate for anything, it's to move.
As far as you can, as much as you can.
Across the ocean, or simply across the river.
The extent to which you can walk in someone else's shoes or at least eat their food, it's a plus for everybody.
Without experimentation,
a willingness to ask questions and try new things,
we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund.
Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East,
eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds?
Or do we want to eat without fear,
tearing into the local stew,
the humble taqueria's mystery meat,
the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head?
I know what I want.
I want it all.
I want to try everything once.