Well, it’s Thanksgiving day as I’m writing this, or as we’re calling it here in Chiang Mai, Chiangsgiving. It’s one of the cooler days we’ve had since we’ve been here, with a high of only 87° today. Jonah and I are actually at the office tying up a couple of loose ends before the holiday weekend while my family and friend Dylan are up at Wat Phra Doi Suthep. We’re meeting them at a nearby market for lunch, then maybe hitting up a couple more wats before our own funny Thanksgiving dinner tonight at what has become our favorite restaurant in town (and actually Kylie, Walt, Jonah and I are doing a cooking class there on Saturday).
I’m sorry I took a little break there. You see, after the election, I tried writing a couple of different posts to put here, but none of them could adequately put into words how I was feeling. And honestly, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. So I’m not. Let’s all be ok with that and move on.
The adventures have continued here. Since I last wrote, we attended the Yi Peng/Loi Krathong Festival, hung out with some elephants, drove up to Mae Ngat Lake where we spent the night at a floating hotel, visited Buatong Waterfall (aka Sticky Waterfall), floated in the Chiang Mai Grand Canyon, attended a cooking class, and of course did this all while continuing to eat and work and host visitors. It has been an overwhelmingly busy couple of weeks, and while I’m not necessarily excited for our visitors to leave (mostly because it seems like they just here) I am looking forward to things quieting down a little bit.