For whatever reason*, I have developed a powerful association between the taste of limes and our Christmas trip to Mexico. As I sit here on the couch in crappy Los Angeles, eating a Trader Joe's Lime Floe, I am instantly transported back to the fabulous beachside resort where we spent ten glorious days. I'm sure the association will eventually dull with time, but I'm sure enjoying it while it lasts.
*It's not as though there is actually any mystery here. I strongly suspect our daily consumption of cerveza con lima y muchos mojitos was the culprit.