When I traveled to Japan before, I was too tired to walk after visiting the sights, and the cold winter wind was still drilling into my bones, so I walked into the Morita Ramen Shop. The store is simple but quite warm, a bowl of hot ramen to the table, soup base is thick, the ingredients are sufficient, and then drink a cup of shochu, cold and tired all run away. The ramen was served by the shopkeeper himself, and it felt like home, which was great. After I returned home, I put together the store and the bowl of ramen with blocks as a memento of that night. Every time I see it, it warms my heart. Who wouldn't love these kinds of memories? Isn't it good to have these cozy things on a trip?
