Landscape is something we're born with, like blood type, like DNA. Maybe it's the common denominator of salt, I don't know. But I do know we can long for a landscape which we've never visited. And I also know that genetic (aka magical) memory extends far beyond and behind our current lifetime, our available recollection.
No matter what, we carry that earth, that salt, that essence, that terroir with us, even if we have to roam. Even if we have to be brave. Even if we have to submit ourselves to something as inhuman as airports, air travel, and cities (no bias here...noooo, none whatsoever...).
Carry your earth with you--literally. Not only is this of immense comfort, it also puzzles the hell out of the TSA'ers. Gives them something to talk about over their well-deserved coffee break.