Open Letter Home

I think you would have thrown a fit at the motorcycle ride I
took this morning.

No, wait… I don’t think you would thrown a fit. I know you would have.

A skirt, flip-flops, and no head protection.

Yup. My hide woulda been tanned if you were here.

 

Oh, and did I mention there were four of us on that
motorcycle?

Wait – just did.

Don’t think that would have flown, either.

 

Here’s the facts, though.

Motorcycles, bikes, and feet are the three primary modes of
transportation here in Ba Ray.

Buses take you to Siem Reap, Phnom Penh, and other villages between the
two.

Not from one side of the village to the other.

Motorcycles, therefore, are the fastest way  to get around.

And we needed to get to the classroom quickly.

Guess I forgot to mention that I’m co-teaching English in
the mornings.

And that my choices were either teaching or laying cement,
and I wasn’t dressed for a day of cement dust all over me.

AND that I’d already committed to teaching.

 

Last facts-

I’m here in Cambodia.
You’re not.

And I’m God’s hands, which is the best place to be.

 

Love,

Cat