An update on my recent trip to Bali. Bali is an island within the country of Indonesia. Indonesia seems to be so vast and rich in interesting cultures. One day, I'll explore all of Indonesia. But for now, it was just the stunning, idyllic island of Bali.
I'm finding it difficult to put Bali into the right words. Bali was like... a breath of fresh air. The sky was just so... blue, and constantly filled with kites. The trees and plants were green and everyone was smiling (including me!).
We stayed in an apartment in the Kuta beach area. I had heard some negative things about Kuta but found it incredibly beautiful and pleasant, if not a little crowded. I couldn't imagine Bali in high-tourist season; it was crowded everywhere and high-tourist season hadn't even begun yet! We spent most of our time in the Kuta beach area, beaching and shopping and relaxing and eating. They have a crazy nightlife in Kuta, too. We also rented a motorcycle and explored other parts of the island. It isn't really that big so we were able to go and get lost, finding a few less-crowded beaches and coves, as well as seeing many different cities and towns via the (confusing) roads. The traffic--if you'll believe it--was somehow worse there than in Phnom Penh! Phnom Penh traffic, although absolutely insane, has a sort of rhythm. Bali's did not seem to have a rhythm (or at least I wasn't there long enough to learn it's rhythm).
I was in Bali for at least two major holidays. The first was Indonesian Independence Day. There were flags adorning nearly every possible public place in celebration. The second holiday was for several days. I'm not sure the actual name of this holiday, but it was to celebrate the return/visitation of the gods to Earth. There were ornate decorations, again, everywhere for this holiday. It was fun to watch our neighbors working on decorations for the front of our apartment complex's shrine. During the holiday, a lot of performers took to the streets with drums and masks, even dragon costumes.
Bali is incredible slowed down and relaxed. Thus, my trip to Bali allowed me to decompress a lot of what has happened in the last 13 months. A year of living ridiculously far from home, of traveling to places I'd just barely heard of, of meeting people from all over the world, of adapting, of listening and sharing, but most of all, of having fun. I am trying to think of a better or more sophisticated word, but sometimes a word as simple as "fun" is the most accurate. Fun. And as for the word of right now? Tired.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Bali Mini-Update
There is so much to say... But the words aren't right yet to say them. I'm in Bali, Indonesia having the greatest time. I literally don't think I've ever been so happy. Being a jobless, worry-free beach bum suits me just fine. There's so much more-- but this is an update for now! Xoxox
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Battambang
Hello everyone!
A quick update, since I think it's been too long since I logged on!
As I type, I keep thinking about one of my writing icons... Nora Ephron, who passed away today. It feels right to write on a day like this.
So, I will. About a recent trip to Battambang, Cambodia during a holiday for the Queen of Cambodia's birthday. Battambang is in the Northwest and is the second biggest province of Cambodia, second only to Phnom Penh. But, it is by no means large! It is famously sleepy and closes down by 7pm. You read those things, but, no! Really. Sleepy and closes by 7pm. No complaints--we got rest most of the time and still managed to make it to the only night club in town. (That in itself was an adventure--the club shuts down at 1am, and at EXACTLY 1am, the entire club, I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON INSIDE THE CLUB, rushed out the doors and within MINUTES the club was empty, right on schedule. For a country that is not rigid or often very organized, this was the most organized, regimented exodus of a nightclub, of all places, I've ever seen). In Battambang, we stayed in a pretty bad Chinese-run hotel, but still managed to enjoy the long weekend!
The first day we arrived we took the "famous" bamboo train. Bamboo train seems like it would describe something dinky, bumpy, even slow-moving, but NO--this was a fast-paced adventure roller coaster! The train zoomed through the jungle, and at every bump my body sort of flew into the air off of the bamboo mat that was this train. Every time I opened my mouth, huge insects flew into my mouth and I nearly lost my sandals as we sped on the questionable train tracks! It was amazing. I bought a t-shirt.
The next day we saw the Khmer Rouge Killing Caves. Battambang was a Khmer Rouge strong hold until relatively recently, and in the natural caves of the mountains, the Khmer Rouge murdered over 10,000 people. 10,000 in one small area lost their lives by being flung, often still alive, into a rocky pit. There are still human bones, teeth and fingers in the dirt as you walk through the caves. It just reminds me of the horror of the Cambodian genocide, but also of the timing--this all wasn't that long ago (1975-1979). It reminds me of how far Cambodia has come in such a short time.
We also went on some hikes around mountains and caves which I wasn't a huge fan of. I really don't care for caves. I just don't and I don't know why, because everyone else seems to think they're pretty cool. Oh, well.
We also were able to check out some art galleries. Battambang has a really funky, creative side, and is sort of considered the "artist capital" of Cambodia. There are some cool art workshops for kids, too.
Other than that, we pretty much just relaxed and enjoyed being out of busy, loud Phnom Penh!
Back in said Penh, I'm just enjoying the... weather? And good friends and good times before it all ends more quickly than I could have ever imagined! As we head into July, I look forward to a few more small weekend trips around Cambodia to tide me over until my big trip to Indonesia in September and my imminent and epic return to the states!
Love!!!
A quick update, since I think it's been too long since I logged on!
As I type, I keep thinking about one of my writing icons... Nora Ephron, who passed away today. It feels right to write on a day like this.
So, I will. About a recent trip to Battambang, Cambodia during a holiday for the Queen of Cambodia's birthday. Battambang is in the Northwest and is the second biggest province of Cambodia, second only to Phnom Penh. But, it is by no means large! It is famously sleepy and closes down by 7pm. You read those things, but, no! Really. Sleepy and closes by 7pm. No complaints--we got rest most of the time and still managed to make it to the only night club in town. (That in itself was an adventure--the club shuts down at 1am, and at EXACTLY 1am, the entire club, I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON INSIDE THE CLUB, rushed out the doors and within MINUTES the club was empty, right on schedule. For a country that is not rigid or often very organized, this was the most organized, regimented exodus of a nightclub, of all places, I've ever seen). In Battambang, we stayed in a pretty bad Chinese-run hotel, but still managed to enjoy the long weekend!
The first day we arrived we took the "famous" bamboo train. Bamboo train seems like it would describe something dinky, bumpy, even slow-moving, but NO--this was a fast-paced adventure roller coaster! The train zoomed through the jungle, and at every bump my body sort of flew into the air off of the bamboo mat that was this train. Every time I opened my mouth, huge insects flew into my mouth and I nearly lost my sandals as we sped on the questionable train tracks! It was amazing. I bought a t-shirt.
The next day we saw the Khmer Rouge Killing Caves. Battambang was a Khmer Rouge strong hold until relatively recently, and in the natural caves of the mountains, the Khmer Rouge murdered over 10,000 people. 10,000 in one small area lost their lives by being flung, often still alive, into a rocky pit. There are still human bones, teeth and fingers in the dirt as you walk through the caves. It just reminds me of the horror of the Cambodian genocide, but also of the timing--this all wasn't that long ago (1975-1979). It reminds me of how far Cambodia has come in such a short time.
We also went on some hikes around mountains and caves which I wasn't a huge fan of. I really don't care for caves. I just don't and I don't know why, because everyone else seems to think they're pretty cool. Oh, well.
We also were able to check out some art galleries. Battambang has a really funky, creative side, and is sort of considered the "artist capital" of Cambodia. There are some cool art workshops for kids, too.
Other than that, we pretty much just relaxed and enjoyed being out of busy, loud Phnom Penh!
Back in said Penh, I'm just enjoying the... weather? And good friends and good times before it all ends more quickly than I could have ever imagined! As we head into July, I look forward to a few more small weekend trips around Cambodia to tide me over until my big trip to Indonesia in September and my imminent and epic return to the states!
Love!!!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
To Be Announced
A quick update as we descend into June.... I really can't believe it is June already! Which means only a few more months until my epic return to the US. Official plans for said epic return TO. BE. ANNOUNCED.
June is off to a great start with many events and plans already under way. I had my international playwriting debut as part of a short play festival I helped conceive of and produce with the Phnom Penh Players. The play festival was called, "Life in Limbo," and showcased all original plays by me and other expats living here. It also featured a dance performed by Epic Arts, a disabled dance group based in Kampot, Cambodia. The proceeds from our show went to their organization. It was a really successful night and I'm actually really proud of the work I did with my actors and my script. The whole night ended up being surprisingly low-stress and high-reward! Can't complain about that!
There have been a lot of events, like birthdays, holiday, parties, around Phnom Penh and my friend and I are just soaking them up while we can. I can't believe I will not live here forever. I mean, I can, since it is still shocking that I live here every single day, but, to leave seems equally as shocking. There is so much that I am gaining by moving on, but there is so much that I am leaving behind. Phnom Penh is in my heart. It gets under your skin and before you know it, your heart has opened to Phnom Penh. As much as I may complain about this place, there is something magical here. I can thank Phnom Penh for so much. Good friends, good memories, so many lessons learned. And, I continue to learn and have fun here! Pass me another Angkor beer, will ya?
June is off to a great start with many events and plans already under way. I had my international playwriting debut as part of a short play festival I helped conceive of and produce with the Phnom Penh Players. The play festival was called, "Life in Limbo," and showcased all original plays by me and other expats living here. It also featured a dance performed by Epic Arts, a disabled dance group based in Kampot, Cambodia. The proceeds from our show went to their organization. It was a really successful night and I'm actually really proud of the work I did with my actors and my script. The whole night ended up being surprisingly low-stress and high-reward! Can't complain about that!
There have been a lot of events, like birthdays, holiday, parties, around Phnom Penh and my friend and I are just soaking them up while we can. I can't believe I will not live here forever. I mean, I can, since it is still shocking that I live here every single day, but, to leave seems equally as shocking. There is so much that I am gaining by moving on, but there is so much that I am leaving behind. Phnom Penh is in my heart. It gets under your skin and before you know it, your heart has opened to Phnom Penh. As much as I may complain about this place, there is something magical here. I can thank Phnom Penh for so much. Good friends, good memories, so many lessons learned. And, I continue to learn and have fun here! Pass me another Angkor beer, will ya?
Sunday, May 20, 2012
May in Cambodia
Hello again! A quick update of events in May... recently recovering/cleaning up from my brother Wolfie's visit. He was here for nearly 2 weeks, and in that short time we managed to squeeze in some amazing nights in Phnom Penh as well as a trip to Siem Reap and a trip to Sihanoukville and Bamboo Island (Koh Ru).
Siem Reap is always pretty fun, and I was happy to see all the temples again, having only seen them once back in October. They are still so ridiculously beautiful! The only downside to the trip was Wolfie was here in the height of the hell-ish hot season, and walking long walks in the blazing sun to see ancient ruins is about as fun as it sounds... Overall it was a fun short getaway.
We had only one night there because I wanted to stay in Phnom Penh over a weekend for another Khmer wedding. This one did NOT live up to our expectation because there was no alcohol at this wedding. Not to say an event is only fun with unlimited booze, but the free-flowing beverages are sort of a staple of a Khmer wedding, and seeing old Khmer men drunkenly dance is half (or all) of the fun! So, unfortunately, the weddings of Cambodia I so hyped up to my brother ended up being unimpressive. Oh, well.
Wolfie was able to spend a few days exploring Phnom Penh on his own while I was at work. He saw the usual tourists sites. He was also able to meet my students, who are obsessed with him, and also play with the kids from SFODA orphanage. He brought lots of clothes and dolls for the children at SFODA and they were really excited.
We had a long weekend (Cambodian national holiday for the King's Birthday), so we headed straight for the beach! Lying in the sand, drinking Angkor beer, and ... well, that was about it. I never get tired of Sihanoukville's fun and crazy beaches. Since we had a long weekend, we all took a ferry to Bamboo Island, a deserted island that could only be called Paradise. It was like someone dreamt up this fantasy, dream land and then realized, it does exist! Bamboo huts, soft light sand, salty water, coconut trees everywhere. We slept in hammocks and bamboo huts. It was out of this world. The weather wasn't so great due to the sudden return of monsoon rains. They took away the heat, thank goodness, but brought intense rain. The ferry rides to and from the island were the stuff of horror movies... like drown in the water tsunami horror movies... BUT, we made it back alive with enough time to spare so Wolfie didn't miss his international flight home! He's gone now and I'm just settling back into routine life.
My contract ends in September and I'm looking at the next chapter. Going to miss Phnom Penh and my life here but also of course excited for the next challenge! Coming up for me is my international playwrighting debut with the Phnom Penh Players! A short play of mine, entitled, "Carnival Games," will be presented at a short play festival I'm co-producing. I am excited to reach one of my goals for my time in Phnom Penh, which was to put up at least one play of mine. Gotta keep up my career and my writing! And, ya know, party at the beach and relax in this heat and rain. ;)
Until next time, enjoy the last bits of cold weather you may be experiencing by remembering how jealous I am of any temperature below 85 degrees....
Siem Reap is always pretty fun, and I was happy to see all the temples again, having only seen them once back in October. They are still so ridiculously beautiful! The only downside to the trip was Wolfie was here in the height of the hell-ish hot season, and walking long walks in the blazing sun to see ancient ruins is about as fun as it sounds... Overall it was a fun short getaway.
We had only one night there because I wanted to stay in Phnom Penh over a weekend for another Khmer wedding. This one did NOT live up to our expectation because there was no alcohol at this wedding. Not to say an event is only fun with unlimited booze, but the free-flowing beverages are sort of a staple of a Khmer wedding, and seeing old Khmer men drunkenly dance is half (or all) of the fun! So, unfortunately, the weddings of Cambodia I so hyped up to my brother ended up being unimpressive. Oh, well.
Wolfie was able to spend a few days exploring Phnom Penh on his own while I was at work. He saw the usual tourists sites. He was also able to meet my students, who are obsessed with him, and also play with the kids from SFODA orphanage. He brought lots of clothes and dolls for the children at SFODA and they were really excited.
We had a long weekend (Cambodian national holiday for the King's Birthday), so we headed straight for the beach! Lying in the sand, drinking Angkor beer, and ... well, that was about it. I never get tired of Sihanoukville's fun and crazy beaches. Since we had a long weekend, we all took a ferry to Bamboo Island, a deserted island that could only be called Paradise. It was like someone dreamt up this fantasy, dream land and then realized, it does exist! Bamboo huts, soft light sand, salty water, coconut trees everywhere. We slept in hammocks and bamboo huts. It was out of this world. The weather wasn't so great due to the sudden return of monsoon rains. They took away the heat, thank goodness, but brought intense rain. The ferry rides to and from the island were the stuff of horror movies... like drown in the water tsunami horror movies... BUT, we made it back alive with enough time to spare so Wolfie didn't miss his international flight home! He's gone now and I'm just settling back into routine life.
My contract ends in September and I'm looking at the next chapter. Going to miss Phnom Penh and my life here but also of course excited for the next challenge! Coming up for me is my international playwrighting debut with the Phnom Penh Players! A short play of mine, entitled, "Carnival Games," will be presented at a short play festival I'm co-producing. I am excited to reach one of my goals for my time in Phnom Penh, which was to put up at least one play of mine. Gotta keep up my career and my writing! And, ya know, party at the beach and relax in this heat and rain. ;)
Until next time, enjoy the last bits of cold weather you may be experiencing by remembering how jealous I am of any temperature below 85 degrees....
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Myanmar
The tales of my recent trip to Myanmar (Burma)!
On an easy, direct fly from Phnom Penh to Yangon, I met Mom (who as on spring break from teaching) for 7 days of exploring. I had a few days off from work due to Cambodian New Year holidays. It also happened to be Burmese New Year or Water Festival during the same time, which proved to be both an exciting opportunity to witness the biggest holiday of the year and also an... annoyance. For the New Year, Myanmar residents take to the streets and the stage and throw water on each other, beating the heat and blessing each other for the coming new year. While fun to watch and refreshing in the heat of April, after 5 days of seemingly constant wetness at the hands, buckets, and hoses of locals, Mom and I got a bit tired of being drenched, trying desperately to protect our purses and cameras. While it was enjoyable to participate, pouring water on sellers in the market or Mom squirting a little boy with a water gun, it was rather unfortunate timing to travel to Myanmar, because most shops and markets were closed. Still, it was an amazing trip and memorable experience!
In Yangon, we met up with our friend Chris, who is Burmese (Mom met him in Long Beach), and he was able to show us around his city. It is always better to see a place through the eyes of a resident. Chris' family has a stunning home that they opened to us. In bustling Yangon, we were able to visit the famous Shwedagon pagoda. We also drove past Aung San Suu Kyi's house and former prison. Mom actually saw her going from her car to her office, although I missed that rare treat. Now officially an elected member of Myanmar's government, Aung San Suu Kyi's presence and face are everywhere. Despite being in the country during this politically exciting time, I still don't feel like I grasped a concrete understanding of how the transition of power is or will proceed. But the people sure are charged and excited.
From Yangon, we flew to Bagan, the site of approximately 4,000 ancient temples. Often compared to Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Bagan was astonishing mostly for the sheer amount of ornate and ancient temples. From higher peaks, we could see that every inch of the area seems to give was to marvelous structures. To imagine the area during it's prime is overwhelming. I feel that the comparisons to Angkor Wat are misguided for nothing truly compares to Angkor! But, Bagan was beautiful, to be sure. I wished there were more regulations--there were hawkers INSIDE the temples--but overall, the experience proved worth it all as we watching a marvelous sunset from a high temple.
At our hotel in Bagan, we saw a traditional Burmese puppet show! It is truly an art form unto itself.
Next, we flew to Inle Lake. This area, more North East and closer to Thailand and Laos, was my favorite. We stayed in a cute bungalow and, all the while soaked with the icy waters of New Year parties, enjoyed the residential town of Nyaung Shwe. We took a woodern boat on the lake and hit several lakeside destinations, most notably the Jumping Cats Monastery, which is exactly what you think it is. There, monks have famously trained their felines to leap through small hoops. Despite having become a major tourist destination, the cheesy, overt "tourist-trap" nature of the whole set up proved, to me, to only add to the charm, authenticity, and distinctly Myanmar nature of the monastery and the whole experience. The formerly sleeping cats jumped for treats for a novice monk in a t-shirt while the monk in the photograph we clipped from the "LA Times" in 2005 passed out asleep in his chair during the show. The cats were hilariously reluctant to do their "tricks" and had to be prodded by the trainer via some nudges to their butts. It was awesome but my photos don't do the event justice!
Back on our wooden boat, the setting sun against the hills, the radiant sky and the rice fields and their birds... well, like my photos, my words cannot do it justice.
The next day in Inle we took a horse-drawn-cart (yes) to some hot springs in the mountains that turned out to be pools with water "from the mountain." I think this still would have been acceptable had said water not been incredibly hot. All the other people there couldn't get in either--Mom and I weren't just being wimps! So that a was a bust. After long afternoon naps (a wonderful habit during our trip), we ate, for the second night in a row, at a cute Indian restaurant.
The next day it was back to Yangon for a final, finally water-free (the New Year had ended) night in the city.
Now, back in Phnom Penh and back at work, I feel that the trip to Myanmar came at the complete wrong time and at the complete perfect time in my life. Myanmar was complex, as were (and are) many outside situations in my life, and will take a while to fully process, much less comprehend. The place is vast and I feel like I just touched the surface. It was a lovely trip and I am thankful to my Mom for experiencing it with me.
Coming up next is a visit from my brother and hopefully an enjoyable trip within Cambodia with him during upcoming May holidays. Gotta love the constant public holidays here in Cambodia! Until next time!
On an easy, direct fly from Phnom Penh to Yangon, I met Mom (who as on spring break from teaching) for 7 days of exploring. I had a few days off from work due to Cambodian New Year holidays. It also happened to be Burmese New Year or Water Festival during the same time, which proved to be both an exciting opportunity to witness the biggest holiday of the year and also an... annoyance. For the New Year, Myanmar residents take to the streets and the stage and throw water on each other, beating the heat and blessing each other for the coming new year. While fun to watch and refreshing in the heat of April, after 5 days of seemingly constant wetness at the hands, buckets, and hoses of locals, Mom and I got a bit tired of being drenched, trying desperately to protect our purses and cameras. While it was enjoyable to participate, pouring water on sellers in the market or Mom squirting a little boy with a water gun, it was rather unfortunate timing to travel to Myanmar, because most shops and markets were closed. Still, it was an amazing trip and memorable experience!
In Yangon, we met up with our friend Chris, who is Burmese (Mom met him in Long Beach), and he was able to show us around his city. It is always better to see a place through the eyes of a resident. Chris' family has a stunning home that they opened to us. In bustling Yangon, we were able to visit the famous Shwedagon pagoda. We also drove past Aung San Suu Kyi's house and former prison. Mom actually saw her going from her car to her office, although I missed that rare treat. Now officially an elected member of Myanmar's government, Aung San Suu Kyi's presence and face are everywhere. Despite being in the country during this politically exciting time, I still don't feel like I grasped a concrete understanding of how the transition of power is or will proceed. But the people sure are charged and excited.
From Yangon, we flew to Bagan, the site of approximately 4,000 ancient temples. Often compared to Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Bagan was astonishing mostly for the sheer amount of ornate and ancient temples. From higher peaks, we could see that every inch of the area seems to give was to marvelous structures. To imagine the area during it's prime is overwhelming. I feel that the comparisons to Angkor Wat are misguided for nothing truly compares to Angkor! But, Bagan was beautiful, to be sure. I wished there were more regulations--there were hawkers INSIDE the temples--but overall, the experience proved worth it all as we watching a marvelous sunset from a high temple.
At our hotel in Bagan, we saw a traditional Burmese puppet show! It is truly an art form unto itself.
Next, we flew to Inle Lake. This area, more North East and closer to Thailand and Laos, was my favorite. We stayed in a cute bungalow and, all the while soaked with the icy waters of New Year parties, enjoyed the residential town of Nyaung Shwe. We took a woodern boat on the lake and hit several lakeside destinations, most notably the Jumping Cats Monastery, which is exactly what you think it is. There, monks have famously trained their felines to leap through small hoops. Despite having become a major tourist destination, the cheesy, overt "tourist-trap" nature of the whole set up proved, to me, to only add to the charm, authenticity, and distinctly Myanmar nature of the monastery and the whole experience. The formerly sleeping cats jumped for treats for a novice monk in a t-shirt while the monk in the photograph we clipped from the "LA Times" in 2005 passed out asleep in his chair during the show. The cats were hilariously reluctant to do their "tricks" and had to be prodded by the trainer via some nudges to their butts. It was awesome but my photos don't do the event justice!
Back on our wooden boat, the setting sun against the hills, the radiant sky and the rice fields and their birds... well, like my photos, my words cannot do it justice.
The next day in Inle we took a horse-drawn-cart (yes) to some hot springs in the mountains that turned out to be pools with water "from the mountain." I think this still would have been acceptable had said water not been incredibly hot. All the other people there couldn't get in either--Mom and I weren't just being wimps! So that a was a bust. After long afternoon naps (a wonderful habit during our trip), we ate, for the second night in a row, at a cute Indian restaurant.
The next day it was back to Yangon for a final, finally water-free (the New Year had ended) night in the city.
Now, back in Phnom Penh and back at work, I feel that the trip to Myanmar came at the complete wrong time and at the complete perfect time in my life. Myanmar was complex, as were (and are) many outside situations in my life, and will take a while to fully process, much less comprehend. The place is vast and I feel like I just touched the surface. It was a lovely trip and I am thankful to my Mom for experiencing it with me.
Coming up next is a visit from my brother and hopefully an enjoyable trip within Cambodia with him during upcoming May holidays. Gotta love the constant public holidays here in Cambodia! Until next time!
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Early April Thoughts
Hello everyone!
Heading in a few days to Burma. Never, ever thought I'd be saying that, much less doing it. This seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life right now: doing things I never thought I would. In the best way possible.
I'll be meeting Mom there for a week of fun, exploring, and HOPEFULLY relaxation. I've got a week off work for Khmer (Cambodian) New Year. A break from teaching kindergarten couldn't come fast enough. As much as I really can't or shouldn't complain, I am ridiculously excited to not be "Teacher Monica" for a few days.
I will have a lot to tell, I'm sure, about Burma. They seem to be on the precipice of major changes. How exciting and coincidentally that Mom and I will be there mere days after historic elections in the nation! Timing is my friend over and over again.
Also, it's bloody hot. Like it couldn't even be this hot in hell. I was so spoiled my whole life living in Southern California! But what's wrong with being spoiled? I dream of winter coats, knee-high boots, cold toes, frost-bite. But really this is insane. And the rain appears to be on a path to come early. Hot, muggy rain, I remember you from August. I remember you from that first moment I stepped out of Phnom Penh Airport, confused and jet-legged. Wow. In a few days, I will have been in Cambodia for 8 months. Even though that isn't that long in terms of, I don't know, life, I can barely remember living in another world. In 8 months I have done more than I could have ever dreamed. I have literally lived so many dreams, met so many people, and have no plans to stop!
Upcoming: besides Burma, of course, Wolfie will be visiting me for 2 weeks in May! Can't wait to show him around. This crowded, hot, dirty city becomes new again when you get show a visitor. Also, in June, my Phnom Penh playwriting debut! Through the Phnom Penh Players, I am helping to put up a short play festival of original works. One play in the show will, of course!, be mine. The theme is "Limbo," which applies to my life in a whole new way right now. I am so excited to put on a show. It will be my first play produced post-graduation.... BIG SMILE :D
So, into the limbo of the airport, a plane to a new country (Burma is a very new country, in a sense), and on my way.
Talk soon,
Monica
Heading in a few days to Burma. Never, ever thought I'd be saying that, much less doing it. This seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life right now: doing things I never thought I would. In the best way possible.
I'll be meeting Mom there for a week of fun, exploring, and HOPEFULLY relaxation. I've got a week off work for Khmer (Cambodian) New Year. A break from teaching kindergarten couldn't come fast enough. As much as I really can't or shouldn't complain, I am ridiculously excited to not be "Teacher Monica" for a few days.
I will have a lot to tell, I'm sure, about Burma. They seem to be on the precipice of major changes. How exciting and coincidentally that Mom and I will be there mere days after historic elections in the nation! Timing is my friend over and over again.
Also, it's bloody hot. Like it couldn't even be this hot in hell. I was so spoiled my whole life living in Southern California! But what's wrong with being spoiled? I dream of winter coats, knee-high boots, cold toes, frost-bite. But really this is insane. And the rain appears to be on a path to come early. Hot, muggy rain, I remember you from August. I remember you from that first moment I stepped out of Phnom Penh Airport, confused and jet-legged. Wow. In a few days, I will have been in Cambodia for 8 months. Even though that isn't that long in terms of, I don't know, life, I can barely remember living in another world. In 8 months I have done more than I could have ever dreamed. I have literally lived so many dreams, met so many people, and have no plans to stop!
Upcoming: besides Burma, of course, Wolfie will be visiting me for 2 weeks in May! Can't wait to show him around. This crowded, hot, dirty city becomes new again when you get show a visitor. Also, in June, my Phnom Penh playwriting debut! Through the Phnom Penh Players, I am helping to put up a short play festival of original works. One play in the show will, of course!, be mine. The theme is "Limbo," which applies to my life in a whole new way right now. I am so excited to put on a show. It will be my first play produced post-graduation.... BIG SMILE :D
So, into the limbo of the airport, a plane to a new country (Burma is a very new country, in a sense), and on my way.
Talk soon,
Monica
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