Scent of the Camino

It is amazing how so many of us (me included) take our senses for granted. In everyday life we use our sight and hearing almost exclusively, but neglect or even think of our sense of touch and smell.
Growing up I lived with my Italian grandmother, who had several large fig trees in her backyard. These trees flourished yearly with both green and purple figs which would burst when ripe, giving off a great aroma.
During my first Camino I was walking on an early cold morning under a canopy of trees when I smelled the scent of ripe figs. I eventually walked past the trees and visually identified them. The scent of these figs brought me back to being a young child running around her backyard.