I DON'T KNOW

I feel so much better. Yes.

I read about Moses and the plagues before falling asleep. Yikes. It made me thankful and grossed out. The last memory I have is wondering what I’d do if God told me to drink toilet water. Would I do it or not? I still don’t know.

8 hours of sleep. Yes.

I’ve been saying, “I don’t know” a lot here. If someone asks what I’m doing tomorrow, I have no answer. I really do live day to day. I don’t ask many questions (I’m partly scared of the answer, but I mostly just don’t care!); I just let things happen. Since the beginning of this trip, the song, “I Don’t Know About Tomorrow” has been in my head. It’s an oldie! In the old HRDC music book, it’s the last song, so it comes to mind every time I say, “I don’t know.”

I just know Who holds my hand.

After breakfast, we went to the store to get some supplies for one of the centers in a different village. Snacks for the kids, noodles, eggs…One of the girls who recently graduated from college works at the store, and as she put the stack of eggs in the truck, one cracked. I just squeezed it out of the carton & threw it on the ground. Haha. One of the convenient aspects of village life. :) Then Tanin came back with bags of rice, and off we went. Tete, Tanin, and me in the front of the truck winding around incredibly crazy roads. Whew!

Some of the kids at our center used to live in the center we visited. But the school there only has kids ages 6-12, so they get transferred to Ban Mai (the name of our village, which is in the greater Musekee area) after sixth grade.

Cuteeee kids. I went to one of the houses with Tanin and met with the village people (Y-M-C-A! Haha). Neat experience. Really neat, actually. Sat on their bamboo floors. Surprisingly sturdy. Smiled at kids. Sat there in awe. We then walked a little bit down the path to find Tete. She was getting information about the supplies the center needs (like wood, cement, bamboo, etc.) There were trees and colorful flowers everywhere. Coffee! Mango trees. Orchids.

We had lunch at the school and I signed the guestbook. I flipped back a few pages and saw instantly recognized the handwriting. Beatrice. It made me so so so happy. :)

Tanin bought two little chickens. Gave the guy 100 baht, but the guy said that was too much, so he gave Tanin four chickens. So we drove back the bumpy road with four chickens behind the driver’s seat. I named one Piraporn.