What if you were suddenly dropped down inside a culture quite contrasting to your own?
You don’t speak the language, the money is foreign to you, people look and sound different. Everything is colorful, noisy, and fragrant. You see smiling faces painted with a golden powder and foods you do not recognize. It is not overly crowded, yet seems to have a rhythm all its own.
Welcome to the marketplace and back streets of Myanmar…
Just past the marketplace we wandered down some side streets for a “behind the scenes” look of the neighborhood; where and how people live.
A couple of examples of local transportation:
“A nation’s culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people” ~ Mahatma Gandhi
GRATITUDE MOMENT: Today I am grateful for so much, but especially for my health. I lost another friend yesterday to cancer. She put up a hard fight for over 12 years, but modern medicine lost this round. I met Shari online via the site Sparkpeople, and we became good friends even though we never met in person. She was a big supporter for me when I went through my radiation treatments five years ago, and I tried to return that support as her cancer worsened. I admired her spunk, love of reading and in-depth reviews she wrote and posted, as well as her deep love for her two cats. But most of all, it was her ability to “say it like it is” and dogged determination to live for as long as she could.
This morning I had a complete physical at UCLA where they did an EKG, took a ton of blood, checked me over for signs of skin cancer, gave me a couple of shots and sent me on my way. Hoping for and expecting great test results.