Have you ever felt inexplicably drawn to a place?
When I was fourteen, I became enamored of Scotland. I had never heard much about it, or known anyone who'd been (except for my grandma, who brought me a stuffed Nessie). But I just couldn't stop checking out this Scottish landscapes book from the library, hungrily skimming the pages for natural beauty. I began baking oatcakes and shortbread, devouring British fiction, and planning my grand road trip through the highlands (which has yet to happen!).
When I got to college, my attentions turned to South America. It all began when I wrote a report on Peruvian cuisine for Spanish class. I learned about crumbly alfajores cookies sandwiched with dulce de leche. I craved tangy ceviche (fresh fish cooked by the acidity of lime juice), crisp potato cakes with savory peanut sauce, rich quinoa, and dark purple corn. I was also moved by Peru's stunning traditional dress, the colorful weaving, and that steep green mountain terrain that calls to my soul more than any other.
I don't think I'm alone in this type of infatuation. One of my sisters has always been drawn to Indian culture, and the other to France. I've had friends fall head-over-heels in love with Japan or the German language. I know many of us want to travel all over the world, but is there one place in particular that mysteriously pulls at your heart?
(bonus link: Llama Font :)