One night trip to the village. One of the dorm girls we’ve been teaching, Saron, invited a few other dorms girls and Janice and me to come visit and stay with her family in the village. It was an honor to have home cooked khmer meals and eat with all of us kumbaya style. It felt like although we didn’t know how to speak, her aunts and her mom laughed at everything we said and showered us with love and anything they could provide. They took us around the village where most of her extended family lives, took naps with lokyey (grandma) who had the biggest smile and chased the dogs whacking them with her big stick, and slept with the whole family under mosquito nets while the stupid rooster crowed literally all night… I think we ate him this morning… Or the at least one of the million chickens running around. They showed us the rice fields where they farmed. Have more to reflect about the conversations we had, but one of the feelings I got was they found the riches of life, the things people give away when they pursue luxury- family, time, relationships, nature all in the pure simple forms. It was very humbling.
Now back at home 23 mosquito bites later and just posting a few pics I got on my phone before the battery died. Will post more later and more reflection. And will stop SCRATCHING