Love in the time of Java

Napowrimo poem Day 16
Prompt: Smells and memory

Wafts of peanut oil,ripe mangoustines
and frangipani transport me back
to the kitchen garden of the losman
in the land of the Garuda
long before the tourist invasion
where days were spent
sitting on a step
contemplating tanned feet and
a colony of ants crawling
in military precision across a path
when life was easy and the road
stretched out ahead for what seemed
an infinity