Fried Bananas Museums Markets Taxies

When I first moved abroad, I felt the newness and excitement of living in another country. I felt so for at least a year.  Like all new things, the shine wore off and being an expat is now our way of life.  Although it is our “normal”  my photographs capture moments in time, reminding me of the diversity in our days, reminding me that although messy at times, there are magical memories being made.

Cartoons were off, the kids were dressed.  I was flipping through TripAdvisor looking for inspiration of what to do with our Sunday.  The Contemporary Art Museum is was, and we were off.  Fried bananas from a woman we have come to know by face and smiles, started our day .  Similar to the barista who knows your drink at Starbucks, she began preparing our paper-wrapped, crisp, hot, goodness before I could so much as point to what we would like.  Who would have thought a Slurpie is the perfect beverage to accompany this Thai snack?  An eight and five year old, naturally–but then again, who doesn’t love frozen slushy drinks when it’s hot? 

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The museum.  Although contemporary, the artwork housed a stark contrast between new and old Thailand.  The kids were filled with wonder.  Tender questions and unexpected emotions for me, and them, surfaced as we paced the echoing halls.


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Last stop before heading home, Chatachuk Market–Asia’s largest outdoor market.  The kids ran up to the woman making popsicles on bamboo sticks in a metal barrel, five baht coin each in hand.  Lincoln oogled at Pokemon figures, while Eva ran ahead and came back with three streaks of colored hair.  Linc had to top her with a head full of colored spikes-well played little brother.

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Fried bananas, don’t forget the Slurpie
Museums, snuggles, questions, tears, holding hands
Popsicles, colored hair, Pokemon, treasures, markets


4 thoughts on “Fried Bananas Museums Markets Taxies

  1. I marvel at the independence and wordiness of these children.
    I brim with joy and pride for their mother who is giving them experiences they will carry through life, and I am flooded with love. Being their grandmother has nothing to do with it.

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