One week later.

The jetlag has finally worn off - twelve hours is a much tough one to overcome. Let me tell you that there were a lot of early mornings and earlier nights this past week, but I successfully slept in today, for the first time since our return, and that makes me happy. Mario and I finally took down the tree, though we still have not given all our Christmas presents from the trip. I made sure to get a few more days in with our newest ornaments added, the tales of our most recent adventure.

The bowl of Pho that warmed us up on our first morning, and perked us up on our last. The aluminum elephant, made of recovered bombs in Laos, reminding us of our walk with the happy, free, elephants near Luang Prabang. The Thai bohdi tree leaf, made for writing wishing and prayers on, to be left at the White Temple in Chiang Rai, but that I stealthily snuck into my pocket when no one was looking. And the printed portrait of an Apsara, one of the female spirits that figures prominently on the inside and outside of the temple at Angkor Wat, a wooden magnet that will be transformed to hang from a tree branch. All memories, along with so many, many more, that I will hold dear from this adventure. So many new experiences, amazing people, delicious food and cultural knowledge that Mario and I have accumulated, and now hold dear. It's the wonderful thing about travel: it's sad to return, but you always come back changed, and always for the better, I think.















As always, thanks for following along - until next time.
















PS : We were destined to find hats this trip! The "group tour" hats were found discarded in a luggage cart outside Hanoi airport, so OF COURSE we had to take them home! Prepare for random group outings in the near future!!!