Henri 2, Paw de Deux
Thank God it’s Friday- I hate that term.
It reminds me of TGIFriday (awful chain restaurant most Americans are at least aware of that is probably everything I dislike about franchised family dining establishments) and automatically makes the assumption that your week was miserable and you should be glad it’s over; basically that the weekend is the answer to all of your weekday woes.
Correspondence with one of the translators this morning via Skype:
Anna: Good morning everyone
Coworker:: good morning Anna
Coworker: cute girl
Coworker: today very sexy
Anna: haha well that’s inappropriate!
Nothing like a good chambray button up to rile up those hormones!
As just vented via social media, my travel agent has dropped the ball. I suppose I have as well.
I should have been more assertive in the situation and double checked those sticky, small print facts, but it’s looking like my ticket with Korean Air expires September 5th and it turns out that I cannot, as mentioned before, schedule my trip for December even if I book before the September expiration date.
I know it should have made less sense when exploring those options earlier but the thought of wearing multiple sweaters, seeing my best friends and family, and drinking hot apple cider deadened my common sense and I got lost in a mental Winter wonderland.
This question is catfish noodling in a murky, dark pool but is there anyone out there who may have gotten around this by paying a fee, talking their way into a ticket change, anything?
I’m feeling defeated and the images of a Christmas in the Northwest are melting as quickly as an April snow.
I’ve waxed-poetic about Bar.Sito -its undeniably delicious Malongotini and unassuming exterior that leads into a rich, smoky den.
I now welcome with open arms its sister, Public House. Continue reading
Moko never ceases to amaze me. Can’t wait for Mr. Morrow to come visit Cambodia in 2 months-it’ll be a guaranteed riot.
While he is not here physically, my father continues to make a poignant and daily impact on my life, and I can only presume dozens of others.
We waved goodbye to the waves, plush bedding, and all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet yesterday at Independence Beach feeling refreshed and ready to head back to the city.
My second day in Sihanoukville was all that a day away (in my opinion) should be.
A few quick photos from the first day of a semi working vacation with mi madre in Sihanoukville at Independence Hotel (swoosh!).
When I say semi working, I mean eating mounds of shrimp soup and ginger chicken, massages with a view of the ocean literally 1 foot away from ceiling high windows, and answering emails/brainstorming. Feeling extra blessed; sighs of happiness.