Here are some photos of my visit with Dan and Art in Bangkok in the beginning of May, pill before I headed to UHDP.  I stayed with them for three nights and enjoyed good food as usual (thanks to Art’s passion for cooking and choosing good restos to eat in).  Bangkok is such a contrast in SO many ways to Northern Thailand, unhealthy where I’m writing this.

I got to indulge in my girly side with a pore-cleansing mask with Art.

Art and Namo, her niece.  We visited Namo in the suburbs of Bangkok – she’s adorable.  She’s two years old and knows all the songs from the Totoro movie.

Yum!  One of the best things about Thailand is the fresh fruit…here I am with mangosteen and rambutan.  I hadn’t eaten a mangosteen in years…when I worked in Florida, my co-workers and I would daydream about tasting a mangosteen.  Here’s to you, Marcie and Randy!

Pumello: The ones available in Bangkok are less juicy than the ones we grew at ECHO in Florida, which I prefer.  It’s such a social fruit…crack one open with friends, eat and chat.

Mangosteen: I love the contrast between the purple skin and pure white flesh inside.  It’s such an aesthetically pleasing fruit.

Rambutan: I remember my parents buying these in Chinatown in Toronto when I was much younger.  It’s fun to be reminded of childhood memories by the foods I’m eating here in Thailand.
I was chatting online with a friend the other day and came up with an analogy that represents the culture schizophrenia I experience here in Thailand: I wear au courant high heels in Bangkok but then wear my trusty seven years-old, Sildenafil
resoled but falling apart Birkenstock sandals in the north.