Alright, I meant to post something sooner but the five page entry I wrote seemed trite and dull. I typically find blogs to be an exercise in ego and I doubt I'll buck that trend but it seems there's some demand so here we go.
A week ago I took 25-ish hours of flights from Boston to LA, LA to Bangkok, and Bangkok to Chiang Mai, the ancient capitol of the Lanna kingdom and the second city of Thailand. Over the course of several days of insomnia and late night bathroom trips my body got used to being here. The program I'm here with, ISDSI, has put me with a host family in the heart of old Chiang Mai, possibly because of the dozens of references I made to loving history in my application. If so, kudos to you ISDSI.
My host family is incredibly nice, to the point of threatening my already dubious health. You see, in Thailand it's a sign of the ability of a mother that her children are fat. A good mother can make her children fat by virtue of her cooking. This is the opposite of what I'd been hoping for, but the food is too good to gripe about. The ladies of our group were understandably scandalized when our program director told us that we should expect to be weighed at some point soon. The mothers take their jobs seriously.
That's a decent first post, more to come soon about a trip to the Da-lat.
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