The Journey Begins: Revenge of the White Christmas
Winter Storm Draco arrived on the day of our departure, dramatically ending the second-longest stretch without measurable snow in northeast Ohio recorded history. Wren takes it in stride and writes our family motto!
Three flights and forty hours after leaving home we arrived in Bangkok.
We spent the day exploring the city. We didn’t really eat meals that day but rather wandered the streets trying dish after dish from street vendors with their the spicy and unique foods.
Before sunset we took a boat ride through the khlongs (canals) of Bangkok – a network of interconnecting channels off of the Chao Praya, the river that bisects the city.
These canals, lined with homes and temples, had once earned Bangkok the nickname the "Venice of the East."
We landed in Chiang Rai, now finally in the Mekong Basin. Luca found a few minutes to try out some fishing.
And Wren and Luca set out to explore, where our trip will officially begin.
It was Christmas Eve and I stood on our balcony and looked out over a dark ribbon of water that flowed past the hotel. I was thankful that we’d made it and our trip could finally begin.
Thinking I’d go out into the garden and cut a small branch for a tree, I quietly slipped out the door. There, in the external corridor, was a diminutive potted plant. In my exhausted state, the plant seemed to say, "I’ll do just fine. Merry Christmas."