Good morning. Writing from the airport in London while eating jelly beans and coffee.

When it Iraq last week, a lady who runs UNHCR — United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees — in the area invited a colleague and I for dinner. During the dinner conversation I mentioned Stagen and to my surprise, this tall, blonde, no-nonsense woman with a mostly serious face said: “Have they asked you to identify where in your body do you feel happiness and peace?”

I stared back — Imagine observant / religious restaurant where no alcohol is allowed — and promised too find the answer.

Today on the way to the airport this morning, a car accident made my ride 2 hours too long, and suddenly I noticed myself getting tense and annoyed by the bumper to bumper dynamics. As the sun went further up, the green on the beltway to my left got greener, and the autumn leaves yellower, this made me smile and sigh. Then I shifted my attention to trying to understand the daily life of the Uber driver, his wife and four children — the younger is a year old and the next one up is a year and half old, that part I couldn’t understand — I felt happiness, and I was able to feel exactly where it was: On my upper chest, almost by the neck. It almost tasted like joy.

Where do you feel happiness?

Alfonso about to board.

AM