Stephen slipped up at work a few weeks back and started a story with, “Yesterday our kids…”

Whoops.

This is Yuh Meh Oo. And this week, she’s been around our house more than usual.

She has been watching us from the door shouting, “Kelli! Teacher! Kelli!” until one of us pokes our head out to wave. And then within a minute or two she’s shouting again.

She stood at the kitchen door and watched me cook for so long yesterday. She watched me, and then began to ask for food. She moves her hand to her mouth and smiles, so sweetly.

I had given her orange a few weeks ago while she watched me cook, just to be nice. I started to think this was backfiring, and she was just going to ask for food every time she watched me cook.

All the theories of political science and international development began rolling through my mind, along with “if you give a mouse a cookie…”

I shook my head no and turned back to stir together the marinade for the Greek chicken we’d be having for dinner.

And then Matthew 25 began to roll through my mind. “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me a drink…Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.”

And this was so much louder than the theories.

What if she was actually hungry? What if, out of sheer theory of things potentially going wrong in the long run of development, I turn away one beautiful, hungry little girl? How could I welcome her into my yard to play with dolls, but refuse her food?  How can I stir together a marinade while she’ll be grateful for a dinner of rice and fish paste?

I turned to give her a banana. And I’ve been pondering it ever since.

I was reading Restless Souls a few weeks ago, and the author described a character, “His face rearranged itself into a huge grin.”

That is Pu Pu. Yes, her name is Pu Pu. She loves hugs and runs up to us when we arrive home. She’s quite straight faced at first, and its only the running toward you that makes you think she’s excited. But then she’ll look up you, and a huge grin breaks onto her face. Her whole face changes; it rearranges itself.

And it’s beautiful. She looks just like her mother.

We stopped for lunch one day at a Thai restaurant in Chiang Mai. You know it’s a good restaurant when the menu is worthy of it’s own blog post.

…what?

…And then we took Chris & Jenn to Chiang Mai, just in time for the Loi Krathong light festival! Chiang Mai is the city of parties–they love to celebrate every holiday, and they love to have celebrations continue for days or weeks longer than the rest of the country.

Can you see how many millions of these are up in the sky all around us?  It was amazing.

Can you also see how many million people were around us?  That was not as amazing, I have to say.

There was something really beautiful, though, in the anticipation of it all. You had to hold the lantern while the heat filled it, and then it just lifted away so gracefully. It is a representation of sins being sent off, similar to the scape goat that was sent out of the Jewish communities to carry the sin of the whole group off into the wilderness. Even amongst the large crowds, there was a sense of community as everyone collectively sought restoration. It reminds us how similar we are as people, as souls; how similar our aches and faults and pains really are.

Sometimes Asians like to pose for photos.  Jenn had the idea of copying the odd poses that we saw. Nevermind that we didn’t get the pose exactly right, and the bottom of her foot, aimed directly at my face, would actually be the equivalent of flipping me off in this country.

Amidst quite a few days of shopping and eating good food, we did a few tourist-y things. We climbed Doi Suthep, a big mountain West of Chiang Mai, with a large temple at the top. We also went to the Night Safari, where I absolutely loved seeing the giraffes, zebras, and squirrel monkeys. We got to pet some, including the elephants.

[Please disregard the pregnant-looking nature of my dress. With great joy I can tell it’s still just the two of us, one of which is still not great with style.]

A favorite was visiting the snake farm. It was terrifying. It started with a tour to see the caged snakes–some of which were still lacking some security.

Do you see the two ginormous pythons in this cage?  They were as big around as my thigh, slithering around while the rusty lock hung loose.

Other cages were locked, with the key hooked just around the side. All we needed were a group not as terrified as we were to start a new kind of tourist attraction.

After looking around, we went to the “show” — two locals playing with venomous snakes while one commentated to the Rocky theme. All the while, a sign hung above reading, “While, The Show, Please be Seated! If There is any danger, We will not be responsible.”

Yes, he is playing with a King Cobra. And then he showed us the venom that was in fact inside.

They invited us to come take a photo with a python. I was bravely the first to volunteer!  Chris followed a little after.

Stephen & Jenn took a little more convincing, but these two guys weren’t in to you not participating.

They faked out the crowd and threw a rope at us. I screamed. In my defense, they had already swung a King cobra and python at us, so it wasn’t too far beyond them to actually throw a snake!

And I can’t say I was the most scared; I’m not sure that pit stain will ever come out of her shirt 🙂

We had a really wonderful time with Chris & Jenn visiting. It was overwhelming in some ways: I kept telling them that this is our Narnia, which we’ve experienced wholly and described to the best of our ability while no one has experienced it with us; they are left to our descriptions and photos and perspectives.

And although their coming in some ways made it all more real, it also made us much more vulnerable. We moved our lives here; and our work, our home, our town have all become very personal. They’ve become a choice.

I must say, though–it was the best good bye ever, and probably will always stand to be. I didn’t have to shed one tear knowing that I was only saying goodbye for four weeks, when I’ll be given another hug in another airport with more family around us!

Off the main road in town, a side street veers off toward the neighborhood where Partners office is located. The two roads converge to a sharp corner, wedging in a community platform. I haven’t seen it used for much, but each night at 6pm, it comes alive.

For Thai aerobics.

I’ve passed it many times and enjoyed a good laugh. Everyone seems to be shuffling off beat to the load pop music.

I told Jenn about it a few months ago, and we were anxious to fit it into our schedule. We expected hilarity, and it delivered nothing less.

We managed to stay with everyone for the warm up. Jenn did turn to me a few minutes in to say, “What beat are they moving to?!” The woman in front of me was a pro, clearly coming every week, and helped me to sort it out even if it was off-beat. She even gave us a double thumbs up when we finished!

The instructor changed in the middle, and the second woman was much more advanced. Jenn and I, and really everyone, just did their own little moves throughout. One woman was particularly keen to twirling, and just added her own every fifteen seconds or so.

After about twenty minutes of following along a few beats late to the advanced crew, Jenn realizes, “I think she’s speaking English! ‘Double knee, tap out’; yeah, that’s English!”

We’ve included a short video Stephen & Chris got from the car. Please take note of the woman who comes up in the middle to point out that there are some strange white men watching us from a truck. Hilarious.

It just doesn’t get much better than doing aerobics to bad pop music and an instructor you don’t understand in the middle of a town where your glowing skin already makes you stand out.  What else would sisters be for but to join you at a time like this?

For our last day in Mae Sot with Chris and Jenn, we all took a cooking class. This was one of Stephen & I’s favorite experiences when we were in Mae Sot to volunteer in 2009.

It began at 9am this morning, and commenced around 1pm, after we had visited the market for veggies, enjoyed some Burmese tea at a local tea shop, and helped to create four Burmese specialties: samosas, dal & vegetable curry, mandalay noodle salad, and lime iced tea. We enjoyed all four items for lunch and left with a cookbook each and leftovers for at least another meal or two.

Guess what arrived in the mail this week!?

We got two humungous boxes full of dolls, musical instruments, stuffed animals, books, and more for the kiddos across the street!  This vast collection of toys were collected by two bible study groups connected to Stephen’s mom, Gena, and sent our way.

Thanks to my brother-in-law Chris’ mom, we have a basket full of toys that we’re sharing with the kids now. We leave it in our house and take it out on special days, so we can all play together and then collect everything back.  With this new set being so large, we’ve decided to give them away as Christmas presents. The sweet women even thought to include Christmas gift wrap bags to put them in.

It gets even better. We decided we’d like to invite a friend from work who could translate for us to share who the toys are from, why we are giving gifts to them, and why we celebrate Christmas. We thought this could provide a wonderful opportunity to communicate our faith and love on them.

Thus developed a party.

We then spoke with our boss, who has encouraged us to invite all the Partners staff as well. And thus, the party grew, and we’ve got big dreams for yet another Christmas party!