I am mostly a smell and taste person. I can catch the slightest whiff of a certain bakery odor and be taken directly to my apartment building in Madrid 4 years ago. Or a toilet and trash can and be immediately in Guatemala. I am transported by the scents that make up who I am as a human, the intricate workings of what it means to be me.
In most areas of life I am a visual learner. Tell me something once and you can be sure that best case scenario I will barely remember that I heard that piece of information at all. More than likely I might have some sort of dream-like inkling that something happened if I only saw it and until I've smelled or tasted an experience, dream on (absolutely no pun intended).
There are a few visuals that take me back, and I often wonder how much of that has to do with the amount of time spent in their presence (see below, or keep reading actually). I think that seems to be the only correlation as I'm often too busy running around and being thrown a thousand experiences at once to realize what is passing through my overactive eye membranes.
So it's no wonder that the visuals that speak to me are based around a few starchy fabrics and porcelain objects. I sat in the presence of a bidet and some over-starched towels in my northern Italian hotel the other day missing a prior life, one of slower schedules and lower water pressure. It spoke to me and reminded me to slow down a little bit, even if only to wash my feet in a butt-washing mechanism or really exfoliate the crap out of my dehydrated back (for which I completely blame Utah).
In most areas of life I am a visual learner. Tell me something once and you can be sure that best case scenario I will barely remember that I heard that piece of information at all. More than likely I might have some sort of dream-like inkling that something happened if I only saw it and until I've smelled or tasted an experience, dream on (absolutely no pun intended).
There are a few visuals that take me back, and I often wonder how much of that has to do with the amount of time spent in their presence (see below, or keep reading actually). I think that seems to be the only correlation as I'm often too busy running around and being thrown a thousand experiences at once to realize what is passing through my overactive eye membranes.
So it's no wonder that the visuals that speak to me are based around a few starchy fabrics and porcelain objects. I sat in the presence of a bidet and some over-starched towels in my northern Italian hotel the other day missing a prior life, one of slower schedules and lower water pressure. It spoke to me and reminded me to slow down a little bit, even if only to wash my feet in a butt-washing mechanism or really exfoliate the crap out of my dehydrated back (for which I completely blame Utah).
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