From Ashley, a WEC Trekker in Asia
I rode a motorcycle! Note: I was NOT driving, but sitting in the back clutching the bar behind me as tight as is possible with sweaty hands. Navigating the streets was an adventure—dustier and bumpier than those of my city. The day ride provided an interesting smelling mix of cooking oil, animals and incense. At night it was this wonderful feeling of freedom—my hair blowing all around and being free to take in the sights around me without worrying about people staring at me. We passed a wedding (groom on a horse, people in the middle of the party dancing) Also, no helmet—eek!
I’m thankful to feel like I am getting over the shock of being here—not that all the shocks were bad, just different. But I am beginning to feel a bit more like myself and a bit more capable of living here without feeling completely overwhelmed. I’m thankful for the friends that I’m making and for the children whose personalities I’m beginning to be able to distinguish. I am Thankful for finding new ways to talk with my friend in a different culture, thankful for the beautiful gardens here, thankful for challenging and encouraging words from a good book, and thankful for the struggle to understand (everything!).