A Christmas To Remember
Xmas Luang Phabang
Woke up early around 6:30 – It’s finally Xmas Yeah! We gather all of our presents together then head off to eat breakfast. Open gifts – I get a Mark & Brian tape, a little wooden elephant from Bagan, boxes, earrings, purses and a necklace Yeah! I love everything that I got. Then we walk around town till about lunch time. Stop for lunch at Luang Phabang restaurant – it is very good. After we have achieved food in our stomachs we get a tut-tut to the textile village – a rip off tourist shop, but we buy a tablecloth that Mom will like.
Go to speed boat pier and hover our way over to the sacred caves 25 minutes up to the Mekong. Get there, it’s absolutely amazing! An army of Buddhas! There are so many and they are so old and beautiful. I have never seen anything so breathtaking.
Come back to the hotel after caves and get ready for dinner. On our way to a restaurant, we stop by the oldest pagoda in Luang Phabang. There are 6 monks sitting on the floor chanting. I watch and listen to the monks relentless booming, beauteous noise and think this: Hear the sound of “Jingle Bells” and hear the monks chanting. Both songs have to do with god. Who do you think gets in touch with the “All Mighty One?!”
Go to dinner and come back to the hotel weary little bunnies…
All anyone has said to me on this trip is. “You are so beautiful.” And I’m not anything spectacular in the looks department. So it’s the fact that I’m a Westerner, and American girl who has braces; that is what makes me so special. I didn’t want to put this part of our trip in my journal because if someone else reads it they might get the idea that I have an ego problem. Which I don’t.
I have learned what I was meant to learn on this trip:
We are all, somehow, deeply connected by one big web, joined in our hearts. It is an important lesson that now I know the meaning of it.
I like Laos more than Myanmar. Burma is very difficult; there is a certain desperation/tension/uncertainty about it that makes it hard. There are children that play on the streets here and they have smiles on their faces. In Myanmar there are fewer happy children playing in the streets – sad.
I had a most memorable Xmas. I miss home though!