“Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Silently for me.”
-Paul Simon
I have always been fascinated by the singular beauty of croissant rolls. I love the tender, buttery, delicate rolls of pastry. They are small flakey works of art with their gentle curves, parchment like folds, and sheen of egg washed golden brown color.
I want to learn to make them.
“That’s crazy,” Colleen said, “They are too hard to make. If you like them, just buy them.”
Colleen is an excellent chef, so I am sure she is right. However, I want to know anyway. One day soon I will spend a unreasonable amount of time in the kitchen making an expensive mess trying to make the pastry. If I succeed, then I will be one step closer to knowing the meaning of happiness.
For now, I will be content just knowing places like these shops exist in the world. Even if you never get the chance to go yourself, just knowing these temples of goodness are real gives you a reason to have hope in mankind.
If we can create something so delicate, wonderful, and delicious then surely there is hope for the world.
In the meantime, we will continue to travel the world in search of more. There is always more waiting to be seen.
This brings an end to Episode IX. Thanks for coming along. We are homeward bound.
If the world doesn’t end from the Coronavirus, Episode X will start in late May.
Until then, see you along the Road to Bali!
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