I think I can live on mushed rice soup with a soft egg and ginger. It looks like gruel but in the middle of the day when you are hardly functioning after the soft oil & scrub...it is as close as I am going to come to heaven on earth. I thought it must be like the loving way of the women who bath the dead at the transition. blissful.
Earlier, we got up at 5:30 and saw the morning monks and had a donut...same same. Last night we went to the food court and watched some dancing...in the night market... easy day...So here are a few pictures that are different.
Everything that is done is done with gentle precision. presentation is very important....I was not sure if this dish was for worship or for attraction to the restaurant but it was sitting by the side of the walk way.
I am off to cooking school and Monika is off to bus trip to a waterfalls... same same but different.. I am watching the weather and hope that Joe and Cheryl have found themselves near Korean at this time...I figured I would get an email if they were delayed... it is 7 and\ time to start the new day...
1 comment:
sounds wonderful... except for the whole bat thing...
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