Since my last post in November Chiang Mai has really begun to feel like home. The stretch before school ended for our winter break wasn't very exciting, and consisted of long days at school, followed by mellow evenings with an early bed time. Weekends spent exploring a bit, but nowhere near as much as when I first arrived. It's natural that this wears off after a bit.
The excitement has shifted from everything being "shiny and new", to getting used to seeing temples everywhere, monks walking around to collect morning offerings, people wearing socks with sandals, and driving in a manor that would be considered "reckless endangerment" in the USA. Now what is exciting is the comfort of having a Thai family, making true friends, volunteering and getting involved with the local community, not getting lost every time I go out, and coming home from Burma to truly appreciate Chiang Mai as my home.
Turns out that going to a country with a long history of oppression is like going back in time 50 years...
Imagine a place where men wear skirts, there is red spit all over the ground, people honk instead of signal, you are lucky if you can get a hold of some Tylenol, internet works when it feels like it, and the only channel in English is Al Jazeera News...
Here is a link to my Facebook album from Burma: It includes captions that are supposed to read like a sort of narrative. I spent 3 hours putting it together, so am choosing not to re write it as a blog :)
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10100265795325946.2494745.11502441&type=3t
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