Hello friends of Hive, and especially to the radio community! I’m grateful for the opportunity to once again list things and experiences that I treasure in #retotop5.
Memory works in very strange ways. Scrambled in, it accumulate traces of dreams, the sensation of the cotton of your favorite childhood dress on the fingertips, colors of distant sunsets, and of course, the smells of perfumes, food or even places that despite being invisible, they stained mornings, afternoons and nights with unique filters. The particular thing about these smells is that they are tied to memories that we often thought we had forgotten, until one afternoon after classes, walking along a random sidewalk, the smell of your grandmother's favorite dessert embraces you, and little by little it drags you to the nooks and crannies of memory.
🌟>🌟🌟This is a list of those smells that for small seconds, manage to drag me to memories of happy days, and whose appearance makes me genuinely happy:🌟🌟🌟
(Foto tomada en la Isla de Margarita)
I think my favorite destination will always be anywhere that has white sands and humid breezes, accompanied by the salty smell of the sea. For me it represents fullness, peace; and it always takes me back to my favorite memories, of family trips that won't come back and endless afternoons with friends.
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The smell of coconut is another one that takes me to happy moments of fulfillment: those same afternoons on the beach with my friends, coconut water after riding bike with my dad and sister, and even one of my first Barbie's.
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The sweet smell of freshly cooked oatmeal, which permeates the entire kitchen, was the star of my mornings before going to school. My mother prepared it for me and my sister with cocoa and chopped fruits on the surface. Perhaps because of the memory of my childhood, in addition to being a delicious breakfast, its smell became one of my favorites, to the point of including beauty products in my routine that have it.
I’ve never been a great lover of coffee, as it tends to leave me much more anxious than I already am. However, in addition to having a very particular, warm smell, for me it represents the smell of home. It is the smell of the drawing mornings with my dad; the days of games at my grandmother's house; the smell of the moment when every afternoon I woke up my grandfather from the black leather chair right in front of the television, to say goodbye until the next day.
I'm not a lover of rain either. It makes me uncomfortable to walk under the cold drops, and I’ve always feared lightnings, the ones that permeates the room of the house without warning. However, the smell that the earth exudes after the first drops fall, balances the chill after the first lightnings. It always reminds me of the mornings when, accompanying my grandmother, I’d see her water the plants on her balcony.
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