More thoughts on home, amongst other stuff

I left my hotel very early in the morning and arrived in Germany around midday. My brother met me at the airport and then we took the bus to Frankfurt to the station where we would meet my parents and grandfather. We found a little restaurant and had lunch while we were waiting.
I had cloudy apple juice with sparkling water (Apfelschorle) with my meal, and it was one of those moments where something really trivial suddenly means a lot.
Apfelschorle is a very common drink in Germany, and even more so in the area I grew up in where they pride themselves in their apple juice and apple wine, and cloudy juice is very common. I've never actively or consciously missed it, but then and there it tasted like home. Comforting, familiar, refreshing. And I felt more homesick then I have in a long time, even though I was "home" when I drank it, which then, oddly, made me homesick for the pebble. No logic to it, just feelings.
Funny how a taste (or sound or smell for that matter) can evoke such a reaction.