I’ve always wanted to be a farmer. Hard work, yes – but tangible, real work that may leave you physically drained, but mentally fulfilled. I’ve imagined my farm: somewhere I can grow alllll the vegetables, maybe supply some eggs to my neighbors…and, maybe more importantly, the person I am on that farm. Tanned skin stretched over strong, … More my day as a rice farmer
I flew to Laos alone to deal with visa issues, the complicated details of which I won’t delve into – mostly because I’m still not really sure of them myself. It took four days, during which I ate pizza and croissants and chicken masala and fresh spring rolls and drank all the coffee. I slept … More a postcard from vientiane
Thailand likes its long weekends. Now that I’m teaching full time (more than full time, really – I’m at school almost ten hours some days, and I recently have taken on private lessons on Saturdays), I LIVE for those weekends. For July’s long weekend, I headed to Koh Larn with two of my buds from … More don’t judge a beach by its tourists
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