First Time
I’ve heard there’s a first time for everything. Last night was the first time a girl I’d never seen before waited for me outside a restaurant and asked me for my phone number. I declined to give it. It was just a little too weird.
I’ve heard there’s a first time for everything. Last night was the first time a girl I’d never seen before waited for me outside a restaurant and asked me for my phone number. I declined to give it. It was just a little too weird.
I had a great experience today. I went with friends to an Isaan church a little over an hour a way. It was inspiring. It was Isaan led, it was Isaan style.
The worship team used traditional Isaan instruments (many churches here use guitars, bass, etc). I was very much a fan. I want to learn to play Isaan instruments, particularly the khan and the phin.
The bread for communion was sticky rice. This to me was very good, very refreshing. Linguistically communion has grated on me in other churches in Thailand. Bread is called khanom pang. Khanom is a word that prefaces snacks and desserts. The bread of life is NOT khanom. When Thai people speak about eating they say “eat rice.” Rice is the staple food. The bread of life, to the Isaan, is rice.
We wrapped up the service with a shared meal. Great time.

So today as I was walking home from buying groceries, a lady I didn’t know stopped me and invited me into her yard. Figuring that a front yard is pretty safe, I accepted the invitation. The reason she gave me for inviting me in was she saw I was new and from out of this country and as a mother she felt the need to invite me in, adding that if her son where in another country she hopes someone would take care of him.
As the conversation progressed I began to wonder if she had a few alterior motives for inviting me in. She asked me several times if I could teach her daughter English in exchange for her daughter teaching me Thai. She also repeatedly commented on her daughters beauty.
I think maybe I need a culture lesson on ending conversations. I ended up sitting there in the front yard for three hours. During that time I met the father, the son (who is my age), and the daughter who just graduated from high school last year. I eventually said I needed to leave. At which point they asked if they could see me home. When I accepted, they drove me the block and a half to my room.
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