While our visits to the States are an enormous blessing, especially the time with family and friends, there’s something so relieving about coming “home”–back to our own house and space, back to our every day routines, back to our “normal” lives (which is somewhat ironic, since being in the U.S. still often feels more normal than our life in Cambodia–both places now feel simultaneously normal and abnormal–the strange paradox that defines our international lives).
We took a few days off before starting our regular routine as we recovered from jet lag. First stop? The Shop!
We heard that there was a brand new shopping center 15 minutes away, so we drove over to check it out (TK Avenue…so fancy! and a first of its kind in Cambodia)
The Hein family was on the playground…a pleasant surprise!
We hadn’t seem them for nearly a year (or met their son, Josh), since our individual visits to North America had overlapped. So grateful for such friendships!
First tuk tuk ride upon returning.
A bittersweet evening–discovering that our dear friends, the Krouch Family, would be leaving Cambodia soon.
Rarely a day goes by that we don’t miss them, but we’re so grateful to stay connected with facebook/Skype!
Our neighbor’s fancy birthday party for their 1-year old (typical for middle/upper class Khmer to have big birthday celebrations for the child’s first birthday). This is right outside of our house.
They rented out their house to tennants soon after this party, and let’s just say that life was much easier before! We miss them! (We share a wall :D )
Hanging out with the karaoke-watching grandma
Ava dressed in her Spanish Christmas present from Uncle J and playing with her dollhouse.
We arrived right before Chinese New Year. This cracked me up. It’s the nicest bookstore in town, and really the only place to buy quality (non-copied) English books (but rather pricey). And this is what greeted me when I walked in (it’s a roasted pig with incense candles stuck into its flesh, if you can’t tell.). There are altars in nearly every establishment, but this one was particularly ornate, since it was Chinese New Year.
My little self-motivated student. She declared that she wanted to practice her letters.
There he is!