Three weeks since I came back, and I can still smell those corn tortillas cooking even now sat on a sofa in my small West London flat, and see those gorgeous, overflowing heaps of plump red tomatoes and succulent green beans, the mounds of fleshy fruit, ripe, tiny yellow bananas, golden carambolas, generously sized carrots, the juiciest pineapples, carpets of coffee beans drying in the sun.