How To Visit Seville Without Melting

The heat hammered the pavement, slamming against our skin from both directions. Leaning forward in my seat I stretched my hand toward our tiny sidewalk table and the glorious beer it bore. The small glass was slick from the moisture gathering on its sides. I clutched it tightly. I’m typically not a huge fan of beer, but I’m quickly learning the drink is a godly reprieve from my advanced melting-into-a-puddle condition. I’m telling you, heat is kryptonite to us Canadians.

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The Whistleblowers of Bangkok: January 13

Do you want to go see the protests after class?

I stared at my phone screen. That hesitation only lasted for three seconds.

I’m in! I jotted back.

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Wat Phanan Choeng: Ayutthaya

Orange. And through the haze of orange a stern face looking down upon me. Red walls gilded with golden patterns enclosed the space, protecting an enormous buddha. The face was shining though there were no windows. The corners of its lips cracked upward. Its gaze was unwavering. Continue reading “Wat Phanan Choeng: Ayutthaya”

Thai Mother’s Day: August 12, 2556

Being a Canadian and a small-town-girl I had never been among so many people in such close proximity  in my life. I’m not tall by Canadian standards and stand maybe an inch or two over the native Thai but the crowd was filled with people of all heights and my sight was met with a wall of flesh. My old friend and two newly met friends (one from Iran who’d been living in Bangkok for 3 years and one from the UK who was backpacking through) had the advantage of height and casually gazed over the gathered heads.

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I Have a New Doorstep!

The first thing I noticed was the aging paint and mold-ridden walls juxtaposed with satellite dishes. It was like seeing sodden cardboard boxes precariously pulled together with broken string, topped with shiny red bows and presented as awkward gifts.

Of course a second longer look revealed that the long line of apartments before me was in fact sturdier than it first appeared. It just well worn. Like a pair of jeans whitewashed from use.

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