It's weird that it took someone handing me a photograph and telling me to write specific memories on the back of it for me to be able to write at all about anything. Why is that? I'm really not sure but it has seemed impossible here. It felt strange handwriting those significant moments that have affected so much of my small town Thailand life. But now that stage is over, and I'm onto a completely different experience. You know what's funny? I'm always the one saying goodbye, I'm always the one leaving. Every time.
It poured.
We rolled around in the back of a souped-up wagon,
We were laughed at by rebellious kids out late on the street.
The bus lady rolled her eyes and smiled as we barrelled by.
We spent those last 40 minutes together.
Instead of writing about every aspect of my life here thus far, I think I want to write about my favorite parts of this great country.
As much as I miss Western food, I absolutely love walking into a shack-like "restaurant" on the street, being served a delicious hot dish in a matter of minutes, and walking out $1 shorter. This and nighttime street markets are 2 of the things I'm going to hate the lack of the most back in America. It's incredible to me - especially being a server and knowing all the tricks for tips, the complaining about customers in the back kitchen over petty things, and being unable to go out to eat unless you are somewhat financially stable. Those issues are literally not a part of this culture and it's amazing.
.....to be continued.......
I can't explain or convey all the nuances of this place to other people. It's quite frustrating. But then again, who really has to know. Why I feel the need to explain at all, I'm unsure of. I guess I like to share things with the people I care about. Until of course you do and wish you never had.....
