| Sunday, March 02, 2008 |
| Hotel, Motel, Guesthouse, Apartment, Hostel, Holiday Inn? Paragon! |
 Not much to say on this blog lately because everything has been too overwhelming, but it's all circling back around to good again. Also, no camera yet, and that makes me very annoyed. Here is one surviving pictures of some friends I made in the fishing village out in one of the provinces a few weeks back. I really dislike Phnom Penh right now and feel like it's draining away my energy, but need to be here to do my job. So.... give me a few weeks and I'll be comfortable again. Going to BKK on Thursday and hoping it gives me the stress relief I need. (More importantly, it'll give me the new visa I need when I come back.) Apartments 1 and 2 have both bitten the dust, and I now live in a champagne-backpacker/ low-key-business-traveler hotel. Weird? A little. Nice? Yes. Deenaree is the ESL volunteer with me at CCF, and we moved in together to our place on the riverside to escape Things That Go Bump In the Night. In her previous guesthouse, the final straw after a flooding room and strange smells was a confused German man taking a spare key from the desk and waltzing in her room at 2am. We stay somewhere a little more classy now, because that's the kind of classy (paranoid) gals we are.
Besides voting, there is lots to do in Phnom Penh. Eating, drinking, playing sports, getting a headache from dealing with moto drivers, and so forth. Job is great-- I'm mostly in the office but also am teaching a class for some of the older kids every evening. Already, the thought of leaving makes me break inside, so I'm rearranging everything to put off America for longer. We also have a newly-hatched day care program at the community center by the rubbish dump, and Deenaree and I each go once a week. (We both have names that are hard to pronounce in Khmer, so she gets called Mistah Vee or Nary and I'm called something close to RayCHAEY.) They are lovely and it's everything that is important to me (little kiddies, health programs, community building, early learning, nutrition, etc) all squished into one program. They all wear striped black-and-silver polo shirts. A week before I came, I happened to buy a top that is black-and-silver striped. It's either fate or I share the same fashion tastes as 4-year-olds. I'm banking on fate.
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