Honduras Smells Like Pine Trees

I've blogged about the smells of Central America before. Apparently, that's what sticks with me in this part of the world. Who'da thought?

And while I only have about two weeks under my belt here at Rancho Santa Fe in Honduras, I already associate this place with a smell.

Pine trees. Pine needles. Lots of 'em.

The weird part isn't that this place smells like pine trees. They're everywhere on the property, so any idiot with a nose would agree with me. The funny part is what else I associate with pine needles, and as a result, what else I am now randomly associating with the Ranch.

Walking along pine-covered paths reminds me of Callaway Gardens. It's a place I used to go for family reunions every summer as a kid. I haven't been there in...shoot, at least 10 years...but I swear, the smell of pine trees takes me right back. It was the first thing I thought of my first day on the Ranch.

Wanna know the only other time I've had this same pine-tree-Callaway-Gardens flashback?

The first time I ever visited William & Mary's campus. My dad and I drove 10 hours for a campus tour, I took two steps along those pine-covered old brick pathways, and I immediately thought,  "Hmm, smells like Callaway Gardens."

Ranch. Pine. Callaway. College. (I feel like there's a "What has search overload done to us?" commercial on loop in my brain.)

That sense of smell -- sure is a weird one. :)