One last trip post... coming from the homestead. We wanted to share a shot of Ko Phangan (first shot) as it looked there our last two days and a shot of our lovely friend, Uli.
We treated ourselves to a boutique hotel in Bangkok, The Dream, where we powerwashed three months of sweat from our grimy bodies, watched countless (terrible) horror films, and slept in 1,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Home never looked, smelled, or felt so good as it did when we crossed the threshold yesterday morning. Erica took incredible care of our house and beloved Pig. We spent a jet-lagged day of delirium dealing with little chores and reminding ourselves of the myriad things there are to be grateful for as an American and a Seattle-ite.
As our parting words Francis would say... "The best thing about Thailand is the people. The worst thing about Thailand is the people." The paradox is difficult to translate into words, but this seems to sum it up. I would say that I did not find my zen. No matter how much peace and beauty I am surrounded by - it will never be quite enough to quell my inner bitch. And I'm okay with that.
