If you like to waltz with potatoes

The other night I stood in front of my door and smelt the air.  It felt like the air at my father's village on the border of Thailand and Burma (Myanmar now, I like Burma better) and smelt like it too.  Does that ever happen to you?  When you see or smell something and it takes you back to another time and place? I love it when that happens.  Nostalgia is one of my favorite feelings.