Life is Simple. Just add Water.

And lots of it. Living on a Thai island isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. In fact it’s a lot of intense sun for nine months and then it’s not. Then, it just rains. And here, the saying “when it rains, it pours” could not ring any truer. I have never seen rain like this. Forrest Gump was spot-on when he talked about the rain in Vietnam.

One day it started raining, and it didn’t quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin’ rain…and big ol’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rained at night…

I can definitely say, we’ve seen all of these types of rain and more. Along with this rain (and the intense heat of months prior) comes blackouts. Electricity failure is common due to all the illegal connections to the grid, so when it’s too something it just shuts down.

So we’ve learned to live with rolling blackouts and all that comes with having no electricity (no air conditioning, fans, wifi, lights, TVs, computers, etc.). We’ve also learned to live with (and sometimes love) many other things that at first seemed like you just can’t live without them, or with them. But, when you have no other options (literally) you can. And you will. And most likely you’ll have a much better experience (or a good story to tell) in their absence or presence.

Take for example the other day I did one of those “just so Asian” things that I’ve always chastised as being so dangerous while also questioning the person’s brain capacity. And I lived. And only got half as soaked had I not rode my bike one handed with my umbrella up the entire time. I had no other options. And in fact I may have even enjoyed it bit…it felt very Mary Poppins like—so no more judging!  But now I do get it. When it rains and you have to be somewhere…you gotta do what you gotta do. At least I didn’t do the total donkey move and put a clear plastic bag all the way over my head to protect me from the rain (now you know who those suffocation disclaimers on the bags are for).

Living on this semi-remote island also leaves you with limited options. Beer, sure there are 3 choices and they all taste the same (like Bud Light).  Food, sure there are two choices Thai food (rice or noodles) or shitty Western food. Wine, yup there’s wine but it will cost you an arm and a leg for a crap bottle of wine that is just $4 in the States. Things to do, absolutely!  If you like the beach…or eating (see above choices)…or drinking (again, above are the choices)…or dodging rain drops, giant muddy puddles, and being splashed by cars while going anywhere…or baking in a sun so hot that you’re always wet with sweat or are on a mission to find the closest AC or body of water…then yes, Lanta is the place for you!

I kid. For the most part.

In truth, this island has some of the most gorgeous beaches, views, and nature you can find in all the world, and it’s all right here on this tiny piece of land in the middle of the Andaman Sea.  And I’m grateful everyday of my life that I’m part of it.

However, we are still living on an island. An island in the tropics. Which, surprisingly, has quite a bit of that isolation feeling still going for it.

We had avocados available for 2 glorious months. We have no clue what the latest movies may be as we most definitely do not have a mall, a theater, or really any resemblance of an enclosed (non-bamboo) shop beyond the bajillion 7-11s. We tell time by the sun (Literally. It rises at 6 am and sets at 6:30 pm. Everyday). Our internet connection is limited to when we’re at home or eating out. Credit cards are not accepted as a form of payment, only cash. And there is an entire menagerie of animals around every corner. In the past week alone we’ve seen: monkeys, giant monitor lizards (think komodo dragon), birds of prey out hunting, a beached dolphin, a dead capybara (Ulick saw that one alone), crabs, house geckos, fish of all kinds, baby squids or jellyfish (unclear), snakes, frogs, rats, turtles, weird living barnacle urchin things, and of course the street packs of feral dogs and cats.

While we may be isolated, we are definitely not alone. There’s a small town vibe going on here—I wave at the same people (and dogs & cows) everyday on the way to and from work—the water man, the ice man, the man in the wheelchair, the old lady with the eye patch, the pharmacy woman who is always buying fried chicken at 8:15 am, the man delivering the fish, the guy we bought our motorbike from, etc.—and having this very “same same” routine day in and day out is weirdly comforting and refreshing.

We know our neighbors. We have a local bar. We spend quality time together. And we have time to dream. What more could you ask for with life.

I’ll definitely take this laid back life of being disconnected and monotonous in our food, drink, and routine 95% of the time—the other 5%, GET ME OFF THIS ISLAND!

Don’t worry, we won’t be naming volleyballs anytime soon. We’ve definitely made plans to get out of here at least once per month; our upcoming trips include: Vietnam, Trang, Bangkok, Japan, Iceland, Hong Kong, Chiang Mai, and then back to the States in December.

#IslandLife

Love in Another World

So, my boyfriend moved across the world for me…what has yours done for you lately? Just kidding, j/k, j/k! 

But in all seriousness, he did. And I couldn’t be more grateful, appreciative, thankful, and most of all happy.

I knew I had it good, but I didn’t realize just how good until we met a newly engaged Austrian couple on the remote island of Koh Ngai. Just days after Ulick’s arrival we sat at a beach bar listening as they told us their romantic, yet unfortunate, story about how Christian had planned to propose to McKayla in the Emerald Cave, however in transit the engagement ring was stolen from his suitcase. Ulick and I oohed and awed in all the right places as he went through his elaborate plan which involved them rowing to this cave in the middle of the sea, and of course felt heartbroken when he told us he did still propose, all as planned, but sans ring. It truly was a moving and refreshing love story, as McKayla couldn’t have been happier or smiling bigger. And it had nothing to do with the size, or sparkle, of her ring.

Conversation then turned to us, and Ulick explained how he had just picked up and moved here a few days prior. It was Christian’s immediate response that I’ll never forget, “Now there’s a true love story.”

I sometimes forget that not all people have my somewhat skewed sense of what adventure means. I forget not everyone has a physical need to travel. I forget that I’m okay being dirty and uncomfortable if it means I’m experiencing something new. I forget that I require less things or modern comforts than the average person, which clearly this just means I’m simple-minded, as nearly anything and everything and nothing can keep me entertained for hours.  But mostly, I forget that not all people can immediately adapt to being a traveler, a gypsy, or an expat.

So for that, Ulick, I apologize. I imagine it can’t be easy and I sincerely thank you for knowingly moving to a world where you’re living with:

• mosquitos, ants, geckos (literally living in the room with you),
• being less connected,
• a whole lot more fishing shows and bad movies,
• my constant poop talk, and;
• one strong, relentless sun.

While you're also living without:

• NFL and NBA games (or really any sports besides soccer),
• American TV,
• Mexican food, sub sandwiches, edible pizza (basically anything but Thai) 
• a car,
• new movie releases (or a movie theater, for that matter),
• craft beer (or again, really anything other than really light beer); but,
• most importantly, your lifelong friends and family.

So I thank Christian for jolting me awake by forever etching in my brain what a wonderful boyfriend I have, and what a giant life change he has made for not only me, but for us.

As the saying goes, sometimes you just have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down. And Ulick, I know that’s exactly what you did.  You leapt. And just decided the rest would sort itself out and your wings would grow.

And grow they have!  You’re now maneuvering a motorbike through Thai traffic (not a small feat), taking Thai language courses (not an easy language), and we are spending Google-free hours solving cold cases, playing brainteasers, enjoying sunsets, coveting dogs, just walking, making friends, trying new foods, discussing earth’s creatures in more detail than a 4th grade science class, dreaming, exploring new places, and most of all just sharing each and every one of these experiences together.

So Ulick, thank you.  Thank you for taking the leap.  Thank you for encouraging me to follow my dream. Thank you for making all the great things in life, grander.  Thank you for allowing me to see Thailand like it’s my first time, through your eyes. But most of all, thank you for walking beside me. My favorite place in the world, is next to you. 

And as I’ve told you before (and clearly stole from someone way more eloquent), I never wanted to be your whole world—just your favorite part. 

You truly are the Sriracha to my life.

Things I learn while traveling…sometimes the hard way.

Well hello Kota – we meet again.  I kinda want to take back all the nice things I said about you only weeks ago…but alas, I know it’s not your fault.  It’s mine. Completely mine.  It’s your world over here – I’m just trying to get by.  Your game. Your rules. And I’ll play by them.

Leaving here empty-handed last time did not make anyone happy. So I’m back.  And I’m not leaving until I have what I came for. This time I'm taking no chances that I will get my visa in 2 days (or at all) so I came by land. Wasn’t close. Wasn’t fun. But was what had to be done in order to be flexible, and/or move to the country until I have that stupid stamp.

Day 1:

5 am wake up. 5 hour drive with a semi-stranger (the tour desk owner whom I met that morning). Dropped at bus station. 4 hour ride with 14 more strangers (one of which was very large and took up far more than his fair share of the back bench seat next to me). Dropped at the border. Walked across (with literally only 2 other people). Once on the other side, spent far too long convincing the taxi cab drivers that I wasn’t making up a hotel name in Kota just because they’d never heard of it, nor knew where it was located.  45 minute taxi ride to the only skyscraper in Kota Bahru, and my hotel.

Day 1, Evening at hotel:

• You don’t have working WiFi.  Okay.
• Oh your pool is closed for renovations?  Hmm that’s the ONE reason I booked this place because I’d already seen all 4 of your city’s sights last time I was here. But, okay.
• There’s no toilet paper in my room. Okay. Thank god for Five & Below face wipes.
• Oh my toilet is broken. Okay. I’m using it. That’s now your problem.
• 150 extra Ringetts?  You want a deposit for the same amount as I’m paying per night so I don’t break anything.  Okay.

Day 2:

Arrive at “One Miracle Café” at opening time to see if their internet works. The name did not lie.  Sit. Refresh email. Over and Over and Over. Waiting for my HR director, who is in Thailand, to drive from the island to the mainland (2.5 hours with the first ferry leaving at 6 am) in order to get a paper from the labor department proving I’m out of the country.  This paper, he then needs to get to me, in order for me to hand in with my visa application.  Before noon.  And Malaysia is one hour ahead. Makes complete sense. Right.  Someone is proven to be out of the country, yet needs this document in order to return. TITS (This is Thailand, Shit).

So at about 10:45 I receive a text with a scan of the document and word that the same scan was emailed to the Consulate. And I’m off.  Arrive at the Consulate at 11:08.  Relief quickly turns to panic. Last week, “send by email, it’s okay”.  This week, “your document, not mine – you print, not me”. Literally telling me this as her hands rest on the Epson scanner/printer through the service window. WHAT?! Omg.  So you’re telling me I need to find a printer in under an hour. In Kota Bahru. Challenge accepted. Not happily, mind you. But I will be back. Maybe not today, but I’m not leaving this country without what I came for.  So with fury in my veins and determination in my step I sarcastically thanked them grabbed my things--I’m carrying my laptop, a USB drive, and 2 phones – I’ve got this. One way or another.

Walk 10 minutes down the road to a large hotel. Ask them to use one of the two computers sitting in the lobby that are clearly for guest use.  “Cannot. Not work.” Okay. 

Ask them for to print something for me. “Sure, it has to be on a USB drive.” Okay. Do you have WiFi? Lucky for me I have this giant laptop that has Gmail and a USB port. “Yes. Have WiFi.” Okay great! 

Not able to connect. Not able to load webpage. Keep showing them these prompts asking if I can use their computer to log on to my email. “No.” Precious time is wasted.  Please call me a taxi.  “Yes, go sit.” Uhhh you didn’t call anyone, why would I just go sit down in your lobby and hope that a taxi miraculously shows up when I’m clearly the only person in this hotel?! 

Out to the street, taxi hailed. “Internet Café please.” “Ok”.  We end up in a parking lot full of taxi cabs.  He motions for me to get out. “No”. A group of taxi drivers come over. They tell me the internet café is just “that way” motioning down away from the parking lot in no particular real direction.  So I say “okay, so he takes me there.” Fighting between the drivers ensues, more directions are given in Malay.  Great, obviously no one knows where there’s a public room that has computers in it.

20 minutes to go. We drive. We pull over. He gets out. This happens about 4 times. I sit. Steaming (literally and figuratively) while convincing myself that not making it by noon is not the end of the world, there’s always tomorrow.

Finally, we are on a street that looks somewhat familiar from last time I went to the internet café (thinking they actually meant café with WiFi)—"STOP!"  I see it.  Hand him far too much money. Jump out – sprint up the stairs to this dark, dank, room filled with a million schoolkids playing Grand Theft Auto – find the one open computer and ask if they can print. “Yes.”

Out of the same black Epson scanner/printer that was in the Consulate comes my document. 11:53.

Sprint outside, grab a taxi and arrive at 12:00 on the dot.  The two ladies behind the desk have zero customers and just stare my way but don’t come to the window for 3 minutes; I just know they are going to say I’m late. Just know it. They clearly were under their breaths debating how scared they were of me (and I must have won) because she comes over and says “passport please”. Phew.

While I’ve yet to receive my Visa, I go back at 10:30 am tomorrow to pick up my passport which will hopefully have a brand new page filled, I’m optimistic.  This is one step further than my last visit.

Traveling today makes you realize just how reliant we are on technology, when we should be reliant first and foremost on ourselves and our ability to plan for and navigate the less connected world.  I had every device necessary and at my disposable. In the end, I didn’t use a single one.  Didn’t use a single one the whole 250 mile trip.

Things I’ve been reminded of this trip…

• Always be prepared, this includes:
• Phone numbers
• My “fake” hotel confirmation printout had no phone number listed on it—even more reason for the taxi drivers to think this place did not exist…and even more minutes wasted convincing them to just drive to Kota Bahru and ask a local.
• Money
• Don’t expect an ATM or money exchange anywhere.
• Know the exchange rates.
• I talked a local shop owner into selling me some Ringetts just so I could pay for my taxi. And by knowing the rates I made sure I didn’t lose money. Well, not too much.

• Don’t expect anyone to know where anything is.  Even if it’s their job to know. And in their hometown.  Just don’t.
• It never fails, when asking where something is, far too often the response is: “I don’t know.” ATM? “I don’t know.” Internet Café? “I don’t know.” Thai Consulate? “I don’t know.”  But you’re a taxi driver!  And I have a map!  “I don’t know.”  Get used to it. Don’t get frustrated. And figure it out yourself.
• Maps, town names, landmarks, etc. – know some!  I checked all the large landmarks next to this “fake” hotel when I booked it, so at least I could halfway explain where to start looking for this place, “By the University Hospital…”

• And do not plan to rely on technology for any of the above.  Or anything else for that matter. Yes they have Google, but A) it costs a ton of money for them to use it on their phones, and when they do get something pulled up it’s so slow that it just stalls out. B) there are no WiFi cafes to offer what you’re so used to having at one finger's touch; all the world's information. C) Just be prepared and depend on your own big brain.  This tech-dependency we all have is making us weak when it comes to survival skills.

• Be flexible and patient.
• It’ll leave.  Eventually. It’ll come. Eventually. It’ll work out. Eventually.
• Spend that time waiting to come with your plan B.  Or at least your, “I guess that wouldn’t be the end of the world if…” plan.

• Don’t be afraid to offer an alternate solution when in a stalemate.
• “Let’s just drive to Kota. I’ll ask when we get near the hospital!” 

But more than anything, just smile and roll with the punches.  No need to block or defend them. They’ll still come in one form or another. Just take them and figure out how to get back on your feet.

Again, Kota thank you.  While here, I’ve managed to solve 2 “unsolvable” problems, I’ve made 2 new friends, I’ve also made 1 new enemy, and yet again I have been reminded that it’s not the destination but the journey.

Cuz Sometimes You Just Need A Kota

Click, pound, pound.  There’s not a sound I enjoy more when first stepping foot in a new country. Another country. Another passport stamp.

This week I set foot in my 36^th country.

Traveling does something funny to you, after every click, pound, pound you silently rejoice, then think—“that’s not good enough, I’ve got to see more.” So while 36 may sound somewhat impressive. It’s not.  There’s always someone doing more “time”, doing something “cooler”, going somewhere “untouched”. Whatever you’re currently doing, it’s never enough. It’s just how this weird world of travelers works.  Who can travel farther, longer, deeper.  I set out writing this with feelings of inadequacy, but after a day or two in what most would describe as the Topeka of a state/country—there’s no reason to go, no reason to stay, and nothing to do—I’ve had a change of heart. Neither I, nor Kota Bahru, are inadequate. It is here that I’ve rediscovered what traveling was originally--and still should be--about. The everyday life.  The everyday experience. Not some façade put up to impress foreigners, or make you “feel” like you’re experiencing someone else’s culture.

No, it’s not the jungles of Papua New Guinea or some remote village in Africa or some exotic untouched island. No. It’s boring old Malaysia in the overdone, over-touristed part of the world—Southeast Asia.  True, in the normal sense of the word, there’s nothing to “do” here, but there is a whole lot to see. 

Everyday people living.  Living in a way that isn’t familiar to me. That is interesting.  It’s also relaxing, there’s no mapping out everything I “must see”—figuring out how I’ll get from one sight to the next and fit it all into the three short days I’m here.  Instead, it’s relaxing to know there’s nothing I have to see.  I’m free to roam. To get lost. To have no destination. In fact, my highlights thus far have been the grocery store, lunch at Pizza Hut, contributing my passport photo to a taxi driver’s book, being the only guest in my hotel that doesn’t have a reception desk or lobby, and oh—being the only tourist in the entire city.

No I didn’t discover an untouched paradise—I discovered everyday life. No frills. No fake smiles. Just life.

While here I’ve experienced life as an outsider.  The stares of someone (gasp) walking.  And by most standards here, walking around half naked (I have pants and a tank top on). I’ve changed my attitude towards the Chinese (they have the only restaurants in town that serve beer), and I’ve met two of the most sincere, nicest people on the face of this earth (Norma and Omar).

Is it trekking through the jungle or biking the Pan-American Highway? No, of course not, but it’s an adventure all of its own. A concrete jungle where I’m navigating Arabic and Chinese. Navigating a city not built for tourists (i.e. there are no cafes with Wifi – when I asked I was directed to an Internet Café with a million school children playing Grand Theft Auto). Navigating a city without a map (not having a hotel reception, means no map, which means each night I Google the area and write down “big roads” names of “notable buildings” and then use those as boundaries and markers). But on the flipside it makes it more like traveling used to be. I rely on the kindness of strangers for restaurant suggestions and directions.  Real life TripAdvisors! And throughout these past couple of days, I’ve had more people ask if I need help, ask where I’m from, and generally just genuinely smile at me than I have experienced in a long while. Here, I’m not seen as an intruder, an annoyance, or an easy target for quick money. I’m seen as a person taking part in their everyday, somewhat mundane, daily lives. Not special. Just accepted.

Kota, you may not be on many lists of “places to see”, but you’re on my list forever. You’ve put the meaning and feeling back into travel for me.  Real people, doing real things. Nothing fancy. Just living.

And for that I’m smiling for you today.  Smiling for everyday life.

More about Kota Bahru:

Kota Bharu was established by Sultan Muhammad II of Kelantan in 1844 as Kelantan's capital. Pantai Sabak, about 10 km from Kota Bharu, was the initial landing point of the Japanese invasion forces on 8 December 1941 in their Malayan campaign, when they successfully engaged the British in jungle warfare and ultimately captured Singapore.

Kota Bharu's population is 70% Muslim with the remainder consisting mainly of Buddhists and Christians. Social activities that do not contradict Islamic norms are allowed. Government offices and many stores are closed on Fridays and Saturdays, but the vibrant markets remain open except for Islamic prayer times. The Kota Bharu Municipal Council, the local government authority, discourages the use of "indecent attire" by female employees in retail outlets and restaurants. Those who are caught for "dressing indecently" may be fined up to RM 500. The definition of "indecent dressing" includes "body hugging outfits which show off the body, blouses which show the navel, see through blouses, mini-skirts and tight pants."

The Kelantanese culture is highly influenced by Thai culture because of its geographical proximity to Thailand. Kota Bharu features a tropical monsoon climate bordering on a tropical rainforest climate. Kota Bharu does not have a true dry season although the city experiences noticeably heavier rainfall from August through January. 

It’s currently raining.  I’ve broken every indecent exposure and inappropriate social activity rule (except for the navel showing blouse), and for some reason this SE Asian country has more cars than motorbikes on the roads and a scarcity of 7-11’s.

Kota thanks for keeping it real. See you again soon (sooner than I’d hoped I think).

Happy Birthday My Goat! Love, Your Monkey.

60 years. 31,536,000 minutes. 21,900 sunsets. All measurements of time, but not of the heart.

Today, mom, I wish you the happiest of days, from my heart to yours.  

I needn’t go into all the ways in which your friends love you; you already know.  I needn’t go into all the ways in which your family loves you; you already know.  But most of all I needn’t go into all the ways in which your daughter loves you; you definitely already know I love you.

Therefore, I’ll let you know why you’re a goat!  We all know the Chinese are good at ping pong, math, and producing iPhones – but they hit the nail on the head with their zodiac signs.

Hailing from Southwest Asia and Eastern Europe, the goat’s characteristics include:

• Creativity, intelligence, dependability, and calmness. (Yup; you have your moments of brilliance; you’ll always be there, just late; and yes you’re definitely composed)

•  Nurturing, natural care-givers. (For sure. I’m living proof, as is dad and Drew. You were also always there for your mom and dad. And well almost everyone else I can think of that are important to you…)

•  Artistic, and enjoy expressing themselves in that way. (Everyday with your clothes and your shop)

•  Appreciate the finer things in life, but are not snobbish. (Dad and your credit card bill can attest to this)

•  Power or status at work is of very little importance. (Thank god, as you’re not going to ever achieve much power or status at MMGG)

And all those 60 year old “wood goats” out there, enjoy being helpful but this generosity is sometimes taken advantage of.  Therefore, this type of goat must spend more time on themselves. (TRUE! Couldn’t be any more true)

So happy birthday you old goat.  Like you said you’re still “young at heart”…just slightly older in a few other places. 

Do know that you’re in some good goat company, others in your flock include:  

•          Bill Gates
•          McDonald’s
•          Reba
•          Disneyland
•          Whoopi
•          Legos
•          Kevin Costner
•          Velcro
•          Bruce Willis
•          Fish Fingers
•          Steve Jobs
•          The Guinness Book of World Records
•          And of course, Karen Braun & Julie Lieungh!

Happy 60^th Birthday mom!  Enjoy the day, and every day after it!

Love,

Your Monkey

“No daughter and mother ever live apart, no matter what the distance between them.”

Still working for the man…

Many have been asking, what is it exactly that I’m doing? 

Well, contrary to popular belief, I’m not on a constant vacation.  Closer than before.  But not quite. 

Yes, I do live at the resort, which I will say has it’s benefits. No cooking, cleaning, or laundry to be done. The gym is a flight of stairs up and the beach bar a flight of stairs down. There’s a private beach, two swimming pools, and a spa.    

But living on-site does also have it’s downsides (very few and relatively speaking here), but I basically live on an island, on top of another island.  Trapped. Double-style. I now feel like I know what it’s like to live and work on a cruise ship.  Here, the entire staff lives in dorms just down the road and are essentially one big family; the management team lives on-site, so everyone always seems to be here.  No need for a phone, big brother (or a little Thai worker spy) always knows where to find me. Obviously the benefits outweigh any of this by far…but it is an interesting lifestyle change.   

Throughout the week I rarely leave the resort. My typical day consists of: waking up with the sun (and the roosters and the sounds of breakfast being set-up), going to the gym, eating breakfast at the restaurant overlooking the Andaman Sea, showering, heading down to the office (a 3-minute commute), and working until 5pm (exactly). And my evenings are generally spent reading or entertaining a special guest, watching the sunset with a drink, relaxing by the pool, dining, and then heading off to bed to do it all over again in the morning.

So, I’m still working for the man…he just happens to be a bit more easygoing.

I had to laugh when I Googled “working for the man”, and this was Urban Dictionary’s definition:

Performing a task, manual labor, or any type of assigned duty for a stupid, spineless, gutless, lazy, self-serving, worthless, anal retentive, unappreciative, disrespectful person, or organization, for money.

Yup. Sounds about like what I was used to.

In my opinion the office culture here is pretty much how it should be everywhere. Work the hours you’re supposed to work.  Take breaks, real breaks.  And smile and have a good time all while doing so. Performance-wise, meh, a little bit less stress and a little bit more fun never completely ruined any bottom lines.

Working for the man there v. here.
	USA	Thailand
Lunch	A lunch break?  Those are still a thing? You must mean the lunch I take every day from my desk as I answer emails, right?	The clock strikes noon, bam, off go the office air conditioners and lights. We all head to the lunchroom together (there’s a kitchen that makes lunch for everyone daily – I seem to have thrown them for a loop being vegetarian, but each day there is fish or meat they have a bowl of eggs ready and waiting for me).  The lights don’t go back on until 1:01 pm.  You take the whole hour, or you work in the dark, like me.
Meetings	“My Outlook calendar is up-to-date, find some time for us to meet...”  The utter inability to perform any task or project without first meeting has always been mind boggling to me.  Then, you must check-in on said project by again meeting.  And so on and so on.  It’s a vicious cycle.  Pretty soon you’re meeting to schedule your next meeting.	I haven’t seen one Outlook request in the past two weeks.  I also haven’t attended one single meeting.  And somehow this resort hasn’t collapsed?!
Emails	Have question.  Send email. In the past, on a normal day, I would see about 100+ emails going in and out of my inbox.	Have question. Ask in-person. Here, I now see about 4-5 emails per day.
Working 9-5	Every organization always says how great their work/life balance is “our hours are 9-5”. But what they are really saying is, “we expect you to work much longer hours if you hope to remain employed for your family.”	I actually have no clue what the starting time is here, was never mentioned as it wasn’t high on the priority list.  What I do know is that come 5 pm, half the staff is already out the door and the others are asking you to wrap it up.  The lights, A/C, and internet are all off by 5:15, at the latest.
Always “online”	Work never stops. With work emails on your phone, you’re always accessible.  If you don’t respond during “off-hours”, well then…you obviously don’t care about supporting your family. See above.	You get emails to your phone?!  Why don’t you just chat with your friends on Line or Facebook?  I don’t understand? Not once does it cross most of their minds to “do work” on their phone.

Ahhhh so here I am.  Working for the man, trying to gain awareness in the American market for “his” business.  But you know what, for once in my life I don’t mind trying to make him money.  It truly is a little family here and the teamwork it takes to seamlessly run a resort is not a small task. So all of our successes are actually ours.  And all of our failures, also ours.  It’s just a different feeling. Almost as if “he” doesn’t actually exist.  

It’s “our” resort.  It’s “our” home.  And with that, comes pride.

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“Do what you love, love what you do.”

"I Smile For _____"

Writing again from the Land of Smiles I thought this would be an appropriate place to start.  I have a million reasons to smile, but today, ‘I smile for me.’  

I smile because I made a life change.  

I smile because I made a life change when things were actually going right in my life.  

I smile even harder because making this decision wasn’t easy, but I did it.  

All my life it’s been easy to run from my unhappiness.  In fact, it’s been the easiest and most exciting thing to do.  Just leave it.  Seek out a change of scenery. But what isn’t easy is to leave when you’re happy, and could possibly be happier.  Now that takes some real guts.

Five years ago, almost to the date, I ran to Thailand with $700, a TEFL certificate, and no real plan.  And I’m a planner.  Such a planner.  Which has always shocked me as to how I could have done that.  But recently I stumbled across a quote and every word just made total sense to me, “Happy people plan actions, they don’t plan results.”  Traveling makes me happy. Mystery solved.

I, of course, had no idea as I was fleeing the US five years ago that as a result I would end up back in DC where I’d be introduced to a great group of irreplaceable friends and a loving boyfriend.  I mean how could one even begin to plan for such great results?  You just can’t.

Today I have no idea as to what my recently planned actions will result in, but I am proud to not be running from something, but rather towards something.  And, all the while keeping in the back of my mind, that if my dreams don’t scare me, at least a little bit, I’m not dreaming big enough.  And who wants to have small dreams.  Dream big, and know you can always go home!

Welcome to Crown Lanta Resort & Spa, my same same, but different new Thai home.

What are you smiling for today?  #ISmileFor____