sets in. As Julie mentioned in her blog, everything seems somehow "normal."
Clinging onto the back of a moto seems normal. Walking in the street and not on the sidewalks, which are pervasively occupied by parked motos and cars, seems normal. Even biking the streets, where incoming traffic consciously does not look before entering the flow, seems normal. There are so many other things that are simply becoming a part of daily, regular existence.
The school semester is in full stride, and we are having a great time with our students. After my second morning class--around 8:00 a.m.--I have another cup of coffee before heading to the gym. I alternate between weights, the tread, the elliptical, the pool, and blowing it all off and just sitting in the sauna. I often get a fresh coconut cracked open and sip that on my way to lunch. I have a few regular joints, my favorite being a stall tucked in the middle of the Russian Market. When I make it there, I have what I've dubbed "pure deliciousness," fried noodles on a lettuce/ vegetable base topped with peanuts, sliced spring rolls, and a rope-a-dope sauce of mystical creation.
After my nooner class, I head back home--usually--and relax in the apartment. As Jules mentioned, I am finishing a draft of a book on travel, which I hope to send out to some agents soon. I'll let you all know when it goes global. I also keep myself informed by scanning Yahoo News! I like it's medley of feel-good, celebrity, and serious stories. There's only so much debt ceiling stuff you can read about before you want to vomit.
The weekends are filled with kid-friendly activities. There's a great French joint that serves a nice breakfast and has a large sand pit. There's the huge park down by the riverside. There's the pool at the gym and many other things to keep us all going.
As I said, we are settled into routine. Though we miss the States and our dear friends, PP is treating us right and its quirks have not yet driven us insane. Sure, sometimes I get frustrated when a huge car almost takes me out going the wrong way down the street, but let me tell you this: I am the only one who gets frustrated. To everyone else, it's all normal, so I put on a brave face, try not to hurl expletives, and pretend it's normal to me, too, which, in a way it is, I guess--for now.
Clinging onto the back of a moto seems normal. Walking in the street and not on the sidewalks, which are pervasively occupied by parked motos and cars, seems normal. Even biking the streets, where incoming traffic consciously does not look before entering the flow, seems normal. There are so many other things that are simply becoming a part of daily, regular existence.
The school semester is in full stride, and we are having a great time with our students. After my second morning class--around 8:00 a.m.--I have another cup of coffee before heading to the gym. I alternate between weights, the tread, the elliptical, the pool, and blowing it all off and just sitting in the sauna. I often get a fresh coconut cracked open and sip that on my way to lunch. I have a few regular joints, my favorite being a stall tucked in the middle of the Russian Market. When I make it there, I have what I've dubbed "pure deliciousness," fried noodles on a lettuce/ vegetable base topped with peanuts, sliced spring rolls, and a rope-a-dope sauce of mystical creation.
After my nooner class, I head back home--usually--and relax in the apartment. As Jules mentioned, I am finishing a draft of a book on travel, which I hope to send out to some agents soon. I'll let you all know when it goes global. I also keep myself informed by scanning Yahoo News! I like it's medley of feel-good, celebrity, and serious stories. There's only so much debt ceiling stuff you can read about before you want to vomit.
The weekends are filled with kid-friendly activities. There's a great French joint that serves a nice breakfast and has a large sand pit. There's the huge park down by the riverside. There's the pool at the gym and many other things to keep us all going.
As I said, we are settled into routine. Though we miss the States and our dear friends, PP is treating us right and its quirks have not yet driven us insane. Sure, sometimes I get frustrated when a huge car almost takes me out going the wrong way down the street, but let me tell you this: I am the only one who gets frustrated. To everyone else, it's all normal, so I put on a brave face, try not to hurl expletives, and pretend it's normal to me, too, which, in a way it is, I guess--for now.
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