What We Eat to Live Our Dreams
When I was 30, I visited Europe for the first time. It was a ten-day trip, and I went from Munich to Salzburg to Vienna.
On the very last day of the trip, I met an artist who was staging an art show in Vienna. I was sitting on a bench in a plaza, waiting for an hour, before going to the opera house. The artist saw me and sat down next to me, striking up a conversation.
