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.