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Insert some sort of opening word(s) here (i.e. Hey or Howdy)

We went to a coffee shop with a very western feel the other day. Not having had anything straight up sweet in a while I selected a bread thing off the shelf that looked like some sort of cinnamon bread. The bread was bread, the glaze was glaze, the brown stuff was shredded pork (not cinnamon). Bottom line, my sweet tooth was not satisfied. Later in the day one of the schools we taught at fed us a meal. I got excited when they brought out desert. My sweet craving was again disappointed. Not that the black bean soup wasn’t good, it just wasn’t what I think of when I hear desert.

I have completed more alphabet training. I’m up to 18 letters. Counting vowels there are 70something letters in the Thai alphabet, so I still have a ways to go.

Last night there was a pretty serious rain storm. This morning it was nice and cool. I decided to go for a run. I think my body and even mind have been missing that kind of activity. Running beside rice fields on a cool morning is a good feeling, a refreshing experience.

We had a church service here at the center today. As far as I know it went well. Except for the special music I did, it was in the Thai and Isaan languages. One of the prayer requests was for someone to replace Joe (he has been here from the States for about 10 months and will be leaving at the end of June). People keep looking at me like I’m supposed to stay and take over Joe’s responsibilities. At least as of now, that doesn’t sound to me like what I’m going to be doing.

After church I played guitar with an older man from the village. He was good! We had a lot of fun playing random things together. I even taught him part of a Spanish song (Mientes Tan Bien). He kept talking to me in Thai between songs, and he kept expecting me to understand. I did my best to let him know that despite being in Thailand, I don’t speak Thai. Despite an inability to communicate through spoken language, I think we both went away having had a good time.

Pray for me that I am a good housemate, a good teacher, a good picture of Christ’s love to those I interact with. Pray for Joe; the approach of his home going is increasing his homesickness. Pray that I learn from those around me, from my experiences, and from wherever else God wants to speak to me. Also, pray that the mosquitoes don’t suck out all of my blood.

As Tigger says, TTFN (ta ta for now)

Micah