I just wanted to throw this up here quickly because we're very busy toodling around Bangkok so I will not get a chance to craft a perfect blog entry, and I've been dying to show everyone the full video of the day we spent with elephants. The camp is called Patara, and they are the real deal in ethical conservation. This was one of the best days of my life.
Now, before you get too jealous, I have to tell you what happened a few nights ago. Our washing machine is outside, like many Thai houses. I went to load the laundry and felt something soft squish under my bare feet. There are snails everywhere here, so I figured I'd stepped on a slug. Nope. It was a leech. It looked exactly like they do in the movies, except it was brown instead of black. I stepped on a 3" leech with my bare foot and kind of popped it open. Vile.
I said I would talk about this, so here goes. I hope this
doesn’t make anyone mad. My blogs are so good at that. I've already been unfriended by a few conservatives on Facebook, so this might put the remaining few over the edge too. I'll understand.
When I am not living in the US, I get to wash my hands of
its problems. Gun culture, Trump, racism (and worse, the denial of it)? Chuckle… not
my problem anymore, you guys enjoy that ridiculous mess, all the loud, spitty barking stupidity. When I read “if you
don’t like it, you can leave” in every political comment thread, I feel smug
and accomplished. *Done!* (A side note: Why is it only one side that gets to
decide how things have to be, and if the rest of us don’t like it, we can
leave? Do you honestly ever hear people saying, “Roe v. Wade made abortion
legal… don’t like it? Leave!” or, “Gay people are allowed to get married… don’t
like it? Don’t let the door hitcha on the way out!”) A few years ago, a
conservative friend of mine mentioned wanting to live in Europe. I’m
embarrassed to admit that the idea of that enraged me enough to lose sleep. You
don’t get to vote against things that would make the US more like Europe, and then
go live in Europe! No no no, you made your bed, you lie in it; you break
it, you buy it.
I am not buying it. I left. And it is everything I thought it
would be.
Here’s the cheating part: I don’t have to deal with Thai
problems either. It’s not my country. I can walk by piles of trash on the side
of the road, and even though it sucks, I don’t feel a personal disappointment. No
matter how much I love living here I don’t have any ownership or stake in this
country; not even informally, as in my infatuation with Germany. I don’t
understand most of what goes on here. (A side note: I have to get a friend, an American guy well-versed in Thai culture and politics, to explain everything to me. Because I can't read Thai either, I often find myself brushing away thoughts of The Handmaid's Tale. Nevermind.) Maybe the general population is just as
shrill and obnoxious as Americans, but I don’t speak the language, so I get to
smile and move on with my day. When I buy cheap over-the-counter prescription
meds or contact lenses? I feel like I’m cheating. When I can walk or ride my bike
anywhere? When I can leave my kids alone in the house for 45 minutes while I go for a run, and I don't get arrested or at least scolded for it? Cheating. When I buy fresh produce at an outdoor market and it’s
actually cheaper than the store instead of the other way around? When I get a
nice restaurant meal or massage for $5? Cheating. There were no toy commercials on TV leading up to Christmas. We bought the girls like three things and they're still playing with them, happily. Life is not supposed to be
this easy. Aren’t I supposed to be stuck in traffic somewhere, late for
something, frazzled with noise and exhausted to the point of misery?
I get to live amongst stunning scenery that’s not only for
the rich, and see parts of town that are gritty and graffiti-ed and smelly, but not dangerous. There is nothing
beige-and-gray or big-box about my surroundings. Nothing is off-limits, and everything is interesting. I can feel parts of my brain, creative parts, opening and growing. This place is crack for the curious mind.
I wonder if I’m cheating by getting out of my
responsibilities as a citizen. I mean, at the local level, I still bring my own
grocery bags to the store, I never litter, and I will be absentee voting next
year. The main citizen-duty I can think of that I’ve stopped doing is trying to
talk politics. I’ve stopped caring so much. I still read everything though. I
used to attempt meaningful discussions with people from the Other Team, and it
devolved into snotty bullying immediately. Those discussions with rigid "patriots" made me hate my
country. So many people have no interest in considering anything other than their way, whether it works or not (like for-profit healthcare... I saw yet another cancer treatment crowdfund plea on Facebook just this morning. This is what people yell and scream to defend. Turns my stomach). There is no awareness of the fact that nearly every other place in the world is doing things differently, and many of those things are working. Nope! WE'RE STILL #1 SHUT UP LALALALALA.
I am totally cheating on my family back home. We are completely
unavailable for any family obligations, which means we get to be selfish. When
we travel somewhere for the purpose of traveling, not visiting, it feels
strange and I feel guilty. This is absolutely not intended to make my
family say “FINE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO VISIT EVER AGAIN!” I love visiting my
family; they are without a doubt the coolest people I know. But traveling just to travel? My god. It’s so indulgent, it has to be
wrong. Cheeeaatinngg.
I've been trying to get this finished and posted for two weeks. Christmas was crazy even in a country that doesn't celebrate it (although it made shopping easy... I started and finished my shopping on Christmas Eve!). Here's a small slice of our lives lately.
The next post will have to be about the elephants. We spent a few days in Chiang Mai and went to this elephant camp. Along with our wedding day and the birth of our girls, it was one of the best and most memorable days of my whole life. I'm only waiting because they gave us four CDs full of pictures and videos, and my laptop doesn't have a CD drive so I have to take it to school to upload all of it. So that's next! Soon! Today the girls are going to play at their friend's house, and Nick and I are going to spend $1.20 to sit in some hot springs.
I'm sorry this was such a bummer. Honestly, it's what's on my mind most of the time. I know we can't stay here. We have to go home (for our pensions), and I don't want to. I love New England, I miss my family, and I love the town where we worked and everyone at our school, but I'd be happy to never live in the US again. I've spent 24 years longing to be an expat. "Expat" is my favorite word in the English language. It's barely been six months here and it's already the fastest two years of my life.
Gaaah—okay, it has been a really crazy few weeks. I’ll get
right into it.
The day before Thanksgiving was a big Thai holiday called
Loy Krathong. Very briefly, it’s where you light a lantern to illuminate Buddha
and release it, along with all negativity, into the sky or down a river to make
a wish and thank various gods. The day started out with making krathongs and a
show in school, then ended with an incredible dinner at a local hotel. There
was a huge beautiful buffet, live music and dance performances. It was
expensive, but worth it. All around town it was a less dignified
affair—closed-off streets, loads of food vendors, fireworks going off everywhere—noisy,
alive, fun. I couldn't believe what I was seeing all night, and so far it's my favorite Thai holiday. I made a video but didn’t add music to this one because I’m having
trouble making the music come in & out when my videos play (but be aware, sound does blast into this one at the 33 second mark), and I’m so
behind on updating this blog, so screw it-- here’s the quick/rough cut:
The very next day was Thanksgiving. Obviously we still had
school, but the main event both Thursday and Friday was the MUN conference. Model United Nations is THE club to join at
this school. All the cool kids are doing it and involvement is huge. This year,
our school hosted a massive regional conference that brought 300 kids from
other schools. On Friday night, there was a big party at school and parts of
the campus were decked out like a Thai night market. There were about 30 food
stands, live music, a DJ by the pool; it was noisy and fun and unlike any
school function I’d ever seen.
I made about 300 dill pickles for the event, which is what I
was doing on Thanksgiving night. I should explain the random pickles: a
co-worker here likes my pickles (I’ve told that story before). During a staff
meeting, when the MUN organizer asked if anyone could contribute anything as
vendors, pickle girl turned to me and said, “You should make pickles.” I
turned to the MUN teacher and said, “I can make pickles,” and he said okay. So
that’s why there was a random pickle stand at the party. Some of the Thai people were so confused by the flavor.
I spent that weekend cooking for our family’s tiny
Thanksgiving dinner. Due to the limited availability of some things, it took
extra effort. For example: green bean casserole. No French-cut green beans, so
I bought some Chinese long beans, blanched them, and French cut them by hand.
Made my own onion topping, which was the best my kitchen has ever smelled. I
have roasted my own pumpkin for pie for the past few years, so that wasn’t a
big deal, but the sweet potatoes took a little more work to make sure I found all
of the unsavory wiggly things inside of them. (yep.)
Kim Davis and her pies. "I'm gonna eat them ALL!" I could only find 6" tins, so I made four instead of two...
And there was no turkey to
be found in Thailand this year due to reported bird flu in the US, so I roasted duck legs instead. They were so
cheap, so easy, and so delicious that they will be on my regular dinner roster
now.
Only some of the duck parts available at our "Costco." Lots of heads. My culinary school would have been thrilled to find big cheap packs of duck skin.
And this is totally off-topic, but while we're at Makro, guess what this is? MSG. All of it.
Here are those processed meat balls I mentioned before.
So our Thanksgiving was on Sunday night, and we had a
teacher in-service day on Monday. All of us were expecting the usual day full
of meetings with a few mildly amusing team-building exercises thrown in to keep
us awake. We’d received an e-mail about wearing active clothes and bringing
bathing suits, and most of us sort of rolled our eyes about it. Greeeat, blergh, what lame thing are they going to make us do...
WELL. Weren’t we all thrown for a gigantic loop.
They surprised us with this full-scale,
professional-grade “Amazing Race” thing. They had team t-shirts printed,
and had name tags already stuck on them. We threw on the shirts and were sent
off to a local coffee shop, the hospital, the school’s computer lab… some of
the clues were in balloons floating in the middle of the pool (hence the
suits)… We had to build tents and solve puzzles… there was a thing with half
the team blindfolded and the other half shouting instructions using code words.
We had to play a hole of golf in exactly 12 shots. We had to rappel off the
roof of the school. Check out this professional development right here!
I wore makeup that day, and you can see in this video that I had sweat it halfway down my face at this point. Also, fun fact: a few days after this video was taken, I was wearing those same shorts while scrubbing bathrooms and split the seat wide open. They were just that old and threadbare. I'm so glad they held out that day, although the video shot from below would have been hilarious.
The hardest challenge, by a long shot, was the frog. Get
this: we had to cook and eat a frog. But they were live, in a basket. We had to
kill it first. No joke. I don’t know anyone who didn’t have a problem with
this, particularly the Thai teachers who are mostly Buddhists. I am normally a
good sport, but I flat-out refused. One of the school heads, a British guy who
is pretty religious, was on my team and I could hear him in the kitchen going,
“I’m sorry mate! Oh god, I’m so sorry!” It was awful. Then we had to cook it
and eat it, all hacked up and bony and UGH. I’ve had frog before, but it was
the legs, and it was in a swanky French restaurant in Holland, they were in
garlic butter and I’d had a bit of wine. Very different experience. (A side
note to my vegan friends: I know the setting makes no difference in the life of
an animal. I know I just talked about how delicious duck legs are. The
hypocrisy does not escape me. And admitting that does not absolve me.)
Anyway, the couple that owns our school also owns a resort
in town, which is where we played the golf and where this crazy goose
chase ended. They had a huge lunch buffet for us and gave out awards to the
winners. I haven’t done anything even close to this since my camp counselor
days in college, and it was the most fun I’ve ever had at work. I said to an
American co-worker, “So this is what money can do [in a school].” Ten days later, it's still a big
topic of conversation at school as we all have stories of what went
on within our teams (and discuss animal-killing hypocrisy).
So that’s where I was, a bam-bam-bam of activity in less
than a week. Over the weekend, Nick took his solo trip to Chiang Mai, then
it was time to prepare for finals, which are now almost over. Whew.
Next week is our last week of school before Christmas vacation,
and the whole week is dedicated to preparing for the school Christmas
show. This is apparently a quirk of Thai schools: they love performances. We’re
just honoring local tradition. The C student in me thinks this is great,
although I have volunteered to put together the staff dance routine, and given
that the majority of our staff is heterosexual men, it’s hard to find dance
moves that don’t involve… well… shimmying.
If I ever want to get this posted, I’ll quit here. My mind
has become possessed by thoughts of how much I love living here, love being an
expat (next post: Cheating at Life… my god, am I cheating it so freakin’ hard),
and I never want to go back to the US. I have to, but every day I'm like nooooo don't make me go back pleeeeeease. If I get into that now I’ll be writing
for hours. Stay tuned for some cheery Christmas anti-patriotism!
