I had lunch today at Baja Fresh. We don't have one in Antelope (or near my house in Sacramento, for that matter), so I went to my usual one up in Roseville. As I was sitting there enjoying my Baja burrito (chicken, with extra guacamole) and my chips with salsa, without the Spanish-language music in the background, I realized that the combination of sensory elements created a unique response. I was reading a ministry book, but I felt like I was reading a book from several months ago, which I primarily read at Baja Fresh. Just a weird experience.