Christmas Morning (in Chiang Mai),
An adorable family is cooking in a one room kitchen/ dining room/ office and I am sitting in an overgrown garden, waiting for breakfast.
I remember Christmas mornings. Our pajama-only rule in the mornings -- no day clothes until after breakfast, because being together in pajamas is one of the main things that makes a family a family.
I remember how warm and perfect it felt. On Christmas, all that mattered was that we were together--telling the same stories, eating the same food, re-acquainting ourselves with each other's laughter.
In the kitchen a few feet away, the lovely family that owns our guesthouse has not idea that it is Christmas morning--most likely at least, but they are acting like it anyway. In slippers and aprons, they are bustling around the kitchen, chatting in Thai, cooking my Christmas breakfast.
It makes me lonely but also happy.
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Willie and Christine,
It is so fun to read about your travels. We've been thinking and chatting a lot about the two of you and wondering what you have been seeing and doing. Thank you for the opportunity to share in your travels.
We miss you! We had a lovely Christmas and are now getting back to "normal" whatever that is.
Miss you and love you and wish you a safe and wonderful journey.
much love,
gabriella
I have been having so much fun reading all of your adventures. I am envious of your cooking lessons (to name one thing). I am so happy to hear that you are having a wonderful time. Merry Christmas.
Steph
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