Everything's new

Little Corn Island, Nicragaua:

Coconut bread. You must eat it.
I walked toward the barrio and made a left in it, but saw nothing. Asked some kids.
It's right there, they said.
I saw nothing. Just dark, a closed reggae bar and a teen girl making out with a teen guy in a rocker.
"Hey. There's a bakery somewhere?".
She gets up.
"It's right here. "
She hauls out the bread.
I bought a loaf for 75 cents, then a can of Vienna sausages to give the dog that's adopted me.
That's the magic of revel in a foreign place.
You are like a kid again; everything is new.
Small everyday things stand out again and are an adventure.

Author Bill Bryson said, more or less, that the magic of travel is that everything is new again.