There are people who dream of seeing the Eiffel Tower or walking around Manhattan. But I have my own dreams: I imagine sitting down at a table in an unfamiliar city and trying something that is impossible to find in a regular supermarket at home. Traveling for the sake of taste is like a separate philosophy.

For example, in Japan, I would start not with sushi, but with their street stalls where they prepare takoyaki - balls of dough with octopus, fried on huge cast-iron stoves. They are always hot, slightly burning your fingers, but that is the whole thrill - to eat the way the Japanese themselves eat.

In Mexico, it seems that every corner smells of corn tortillas. There you should try tlayuda - a giant tortilla with beans, cheese, meat and incredible sauces. This dish looks like a cross between a pizza and a burrito, but it actually has its own unique character.

But if you go to Korea, it’s for kimchi and fried street pies with filling. It’s funny, but many people think that kimchi is just cabbage. But in Korea, they make hundreds of types, with different vegetables, spices, and aging times.

Sometimes I think that cities can be remembered precisely through taste. Paris is not only the Eiffel Tower, it’s the smell of freshly baked croissants in a small bakery in an alley. Bangkok is hot pad thai noodles cooked right on the street.

I don’t know where I’ll go first, but one thing is for sure: the stranger and more unexpected the food, the more it stays in your memory. Travels end, but memories of taste stay with you forever.