Flavoured memories

This morning I ate some white (although they are green) grapes. The flavour of one in particular made me remember grapes I ate for breakfast at a hotel along the Garden Route when I was 10 or 11. It made me remember other snapshots of the holiday - like the Garden of Eden, which I thought was magical. But when I revisited during my 40s I couldn't enjoy its beauty over the noise of the highway in background, running right on its rim.