Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Sunday Postcard #9

Sunday Postcard #9

Pokhara, Nepal June 2018

When we were in Pokhara, I got to see this little white dog with tan ears every day. He or she looked like a toasted marshmallow. He guarded a store/restaurant/guest house. Two mornings ago, I was waiting for coffee across the street when I heard an explosion of barking. Two large dogs came running out of the guest house across the street with Marshmallow Pup hot on their heels, telling them what’s what. I was amazed that such a small dog could scare off two large ones, and then Marshmallow Pup’s person stepped out behind him for the chase. Marshmallow Pup may not have been the reason the two dogs ran off, but he spent the rest of the morning looking quite triumphant.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Sunday Postcard #8

Chiang Mai, Thailand June 2018

In 2012 Eric and I spent a couple weeks in Krabi, Thailand. I fell in love with a noodle and dumpling soup from a stall in town. Nearly every day, I’d suggest we eat there. I’ve looked for the soup on Thai restaurant menus ever since and haven’t found anything quite the same. Last week we found a street cart in Chiang Mai selling the same type of soup and I got to fall in love again.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Sunday Postcard #7

Sunday Postcard #7
Bakong Temple, Siem Reap, June 2018

Eric and I spent today seeing some of the southern temples in the Angkor world heritage site. The long walkway to the Bakong temple made me think of my first solo trip, when I took myself to Chenonceau. I stayed at a hostel for the first time, ate a crepe and a kir at the only restaurant in Tours not showing the World Cup, and doubled back through all the rooms of the castle that I wanted to at my own pace. I was so nervous about being on my own but so proud of making all the plans for myself. It felt good to be reminded of that today, on a different continent, eight years older. 

I can never get enough of those pink bougainvillea, either.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Sunday Postcard #6

Sunday Postcard #6
Siem Reap, May 2018

Fried noodles with a runny egg eaten at a plastic table is one of my favorite things in the world. I have been lucky enough to try this in more than one place, and I’m always a bit in awe of the fact that I’ve had the opportunities. (To take the earnestness of this story down a level or two, Eric ended up with food poisoning likely from this meal.)