Today, there was a couple of men working at a nearby park, and one of them was cutting some grass.
The smell of grass took me back to Osterøy, where I was born and raised on a farm. During the summer, I would help out in the work, whether or not I wanted to. The smell of freshly cut grass takes me back there, immediately. Those lonely, but music-filled hours in the silo, waiting for the tractor coming with the next load, the smell of acid, and keeping up the tempo, so I would be finished for the next load of grass. See, I travelled 30 years back in time, and I was transferred 500 km in a second.
Isn't that a powerful travel tool?
The first ever trip I took outisde Norway, was to Miami. I stayed at a reasonable hotel at Miami Beach, and the scents still makes me remember that trip. A week or so ago, I was at the movies with a couple of friends, and while walking up to the cashier to pay, I was right back at Miami Beach. The moist air, the smell of sugar and sweat sent me back to 1991. I even told the cashier, and she thought it was a nice sentiment.

Did you know that the French word "souvenir" means to remember or memory? It makes perfect sense, because that is why we buy souvenirs; to remember. Scents are powerful tools to make you travel, if only in your memories.
Make new memories!
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