Strolling down the street, between the stands of local merchants,

I smell the freshly brewed coffee and delicate pastries.

My family is scattered amidst the myriad,

Searching for the tastiest treats they can find.

My brother buys spicy olives that overpower the senses,

While I find exotically named fruits.

In the cool breeze, surrounded by a variety of faces,

I hear foreign tongues floating past my curious ears.

I feel at home.