Sunday Postcard #9
Pokhara, Nepal June 2018
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.
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
Sunday Postcard #7
Bakong Temple, Siem Reap, June 2018
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.
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.)