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Right now I’m laying on my bed, writing. It’s just after six in the afternoon. I opened the panes of glass facing out and I rolled back the small window to the hall, and now a nice breeze drifts though.
From eight floors up I smell the cooking from the street. While the fragrant smell of frying oil, garlic and the aromatic sweetness of stir-fried fish oil and lime juice drift up, so too do the shrieks of laughter and adventure from the dozens of Thai children playing below. Just as many dogs are barking and everything’s punctuated by bells on carts and the bits and pieces of a conversation between two Thai ladies washing dishes and clothes on their porches, sometimes they laugh and it’s one of the most beautiful things you can hear.
It’s a perfect afternoon and my belly’s full. I ate some five-spice pork from a local vendor and I love flirting with her. I usually eat alone and I prefer it, I think. I chew on a raw, fresh spring onion stalk, ladle sweet chile paste over the perfectly braised pork and ponder this beautiful community I’m priviledged to be a part of.
Buses, cars, motorbikes, bicycles, carts and pedestrians race or drift along. The current is complex but there’s a place for everyone and everyone’s happy. No one yells, everyone smiles and patience and compassion are as abundant as the afternoon rain showers.
and I’m falling in love with this place.
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Great little blurb about the afternoon. Keep these blog entries flowing.
I want to fall in love with a place.