My love language every single time is sitting in an alleyway with a cheap bowl of spicy noodles. It takes me back in time, to the months spent backpacking through Asia. For a moment, those countries felt like home. With a motorbike to call my own and alleyways begging me to get lost in their winding labyrinth. The biggest problem I had was deciding which local vendor to buy from. And guess what? I never missed. Because you are simply never going to miss ever while sitting on a stoop and slurping down a bowl of noodles topped in a…
