After two plane flights, train rides, busy city streets, and bus stops, I found my sanity at a mill valley farmers market. The strange, unfamiliar feeling of an urban landscape was soon replaced by a restored sense of place. I was immediately reminded of the undeniable connection between sense of place and the food that is grown there. The gorgeous colors, scents, and tastes of a variety of heirloom tomatoes, nectarines, and peaches provided a renewed sense of home, community, and loyalty to locality. Once again, enjoying food that is this fresh and alive connects me to the soil and the sunlight as soon as it reaches my mouth. Reassuring me that culture exists wherever we actively participate in its revival.