Wild Monkeys and Tiny Shorts

Well, I officially have two weeks left here! I can't believe it! Two weeks seems like a lot, but it also seems like a little. I am missing my family and friends incredibly so I will be happy to get back to them. However, I will miss the Thai people and culture ridiculously as well. I've done just about everything I want to do while I'm here. The only thing left is to ride an elephant, and I surely won't leave without that being done!

It's amazing what traveling does to a person. So many things in my life became so clear once I flew a couple thousand miles away. It's definitely an emotional roller coaster. For example:

 The other day when I was still in Krabi I took a walk... a longggg walk. I'm amazed I walked as far as I did actually. I was walking to these huge rock like things that I saw in the distance. then after awhile I found this nature path, which I continued to follow and walk for a longgg time more. At the end of this path I found a river and I decided to sit and just enjoy it. After sitting by myself at this river for about 5-10 minutes out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. Guess what it was?! WILD MONKEYS! It was so incredible. Monkeys with their babies on their backs. It's cool to see monkeys at the zoo, sure, but seeing monkeys in their natural habitat at the most unexpected time is really something I can't explain. I felt so privileged to be there. I felt like that experience told me a lot about my life as well (but that is another subject). Anyways, after that I was on this incredible high. I then took my longggg walk back to the hostel I was staying at. In Thailand many people stare at the Farangs because we are strange to them I guess. But as I was walking down the street they  must have thought me incredibly strange because I was boppin my head and belting out Isreal houghton and Jimmy Needham songs. It was surely a sight to see.

On another note, the next day I had to spend about 7 hours in the airport. My mood, in the best way I can describe it, was "grumpy gills." Yes, that was me. Everyone in the airport seemed to bother me for some reason or another. The Thai couple that chose to sit on opposite sides of me and hold their conversation across me as I was trying to read The children crying over someone eating their chips (and way past the age to be crying over that), or the farangs that had no respect for thai culture and it's modesty walking around the airport in tiny shorts and spaghetti straps. I was very unhappy to say the least.

I say these things with a point. Traveling truly does evoke a wide range of emotions. I go back and forth, but in the end all the highs outweigh the lows. And all the positive experiences outweight the negative ones. In the end, every emotion, experience, hard time, whatever... it's all worth it.