 here in kind of the middle of India. And he was so proud of it. He had custom designed an oven. He was importing spices from a big port on the Indian coast. And I said, how's business? And he got a little bit deflated. He said, Paul, I think I'm a little bit ahead of my time. Nobody knows what pizza is here and nobody eats it. Oh, wow. So distinct foods from disparate places along your trek. What occurs to you when you think about the common thread and the place food holds for all these people you met?