My time in Cambodia is rapidly drawing to a close. It is crazy to talk about boarding a plane and leaving. As I think back over this month, and all that I have seen and experienced I cannot help but regret telling you so little about it.
Over the next few days, I am going to try to make up for lost time.
Today's focus is: comforts of home.
I'm betting you would be surprised by the number of coffee shops and cafes inside the city limits of Phnom Penh. And they all have delicious desserts, comfy chairs, and mostly fantastic names like Jars of Clay, Jacob's Well, Sugar 'n Spice, etc… (Brown is kind of a weird name, but they have cheesecake, so I can let that one slide).
But I stumbled upon a jewel of a thing in an unexpected place.
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KFC. Chickaroni. That's not even a made up name. Doesn't even matter that the cheese was in sauce form. Still delicious. Ask for it at a KFC near you, see what happens.
But I can still one up that one.
THERE IS FROZEN YOGURT!
All of these places scattered about the city have given me little glimpses of Georgia. But they have only been a portion of what has made the city truly feel like home. Laura, our marvelous squad leader said we will learn that home is where our pack is. As I prepare to leave, I am beginning to understand the thought.
