The more I am privlidged to go to different places, I get this weird sense. I have been here before. I was floating on this green lush lake in Villa Rica in Perú. I got a huge overwhelming sense of home.

A sensation: I have been here before.

My mind and soul went to Colombine Lake in Grand Lake, Colorado where I have spent time throughout my life including younger life. This lake in the central Peruvian jungle region brought me right back. It bends my sense of home and pushes me into an oldnew endless sense of time.

The same is true when I think of a tiny spot in the corner of a restaurant on this lake. It reminds of a place where I ate breakfast in Indonesia that was so profound and special in my memory.

The tea shop we went to Oxapampa reminds me of a spot I went to North of New York city where I drank gunpowder tea or the bread and breakfast in Vermont I traveled to alone and they brought brought breakfast to my room?