Thanksgiving
Dear All,
Happy Thanksgiving!
I suppose it is still the day before where you all are but the day has come on my side of the world and there's nothing much to celebrate.
Of course Thailand could care less when it comes to an American holiday like thanksgiving. Erika has been teaching all of her classes this week about the holiday and what it is all about and it just makes us wish we were home to celebrate it with our family and friends and eat all the food that is so familiar to the day.
Instead it's just the two of us and we're going to a restaurant owned by an American that is putting on a special dinner in honor of the occasion and we're hoping it's something familiar and homey if nothing else.
Life continues on at a snails pace for me and my big worries of the day are getting our room cleaned by the Condotel staff and getting our laundry in to be washed by someone else. Erika's life is somewhat more difficult as she has to bother with the people at school and all the miscommunication and new revelations that never seem to stop. There are days when we are optimistic and think that at some point we will get used to things and understand more and then there are days we realize quite clearly how lost we are and how lost we will continue to be until we step on the plane to return home. It's not always bad but there is a constant state of confusion in one degree or another and my job is to sit back and listen to Erika as she describes the newest episode or revelation, knowing that I can do nothing to help the understanding or communication on either side it's sometimes hard to hear but as that's my only job I do my best.
People continue to ask me if I will be returning to teach or asking Erika where I am or what I'm doing. There is no privacy here. When she tells them that I am at home writing and painting and carrying on without her they are astonished to find I am alone. We begin to realize that this is not a culture that prizes down time, private time or anything of the sort. They are always doing something or about to do something, you don't go anywhere without them asking you where you're going or what you are doing- as if it's there business in the first place- heaven forbid you are just going for a stroll, they would not understand. And they are always together, whole families sleep and live in one room of a large house and they travel from one place to another together and preferably in groups and they congregate on street corners and at schools- places where they will be sure to be with other people. So to hear that I am at home, alone, planning to be alone all day and keeping this habit of being alone up the whole time we are here is beyond their belief.
I hope life is as interesting for you as it is for me here, write soon and often. Love to you all, Kristen Rose
Happy Thanksgiving!
I suppose it is still the day before where you all are but the day has come on my side of the world and there's nothing much to celebrate.
Of course Thailand could care less when it comes to an American holiday like thanksgiving. Erika has been teaching all of her classes this week about the holiday and what it is all about and it just makes us wish we were home to celebrate it with our family and friends and eat all the food that is so familiar to the day.
Instead it's just the two of us and we're going to a restaurant owned by an American that is putting on a special dinner in honor of the occasion and we're hoping it's something familiar and homey if nothing else.
Life continues on at a snails pace for me and my big worries of the day are getting our room cleaned by the Condotel staff and getting our laundry in to be washed by someone else. Erika's life is somewhat more difficult as she has to bother with the people at school and all the miscommunication and new revelations that never seem to stop. There are days when we are optimistic and think that at some point we will get used to things and understand more and then there are days we realize quite clearly how lost we are and how lost we will continue to be until we step on the plane to return home. It's not always bad but there is a constant state of confusion in one degree or another and my job is to sit back and listen to Erika as she describes the newest episode or revelation, knowing that I can do nothing to help the understanding or communication on either side it's sometimes hard to hear but as that's my only job I do my best.
People continue to ask me if I will be returning to teach or asking Erika where I am or what I'm doing. There is no privacy here. When she tells them that I am at home writing and painting and carrying on without her they are astonished to find I am alone. We begin to realize that this is not a culture that prizes down time, private time or anything of the sort. They are always doing something or about to do something, you don't go anywhere without them asking you where you're going or what you are doing- as if it's there business in the first place- heaven forbid you are just going for a stroll, they would not understand. And they are always together, whole families sleep and live in one room of a large house and they travel from one place to another together and preferably in groups and they congregate on street corners and at schools- places where they will be sure to be with other people. So to hear that I am at home, alone, planning to be alone all day and keeping this habit of being alone up the whole time we are here is beyond their belief.
I hope life is as interesting for you as it is for me here, write soon and often. Love to you all, Kristen Rose
