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One of the joys of this trip is being able to experience the simple day-to-day of far-away places, to observe people as they go through their daily routines, eating how they eat, traveling how they travel and shopping where they shop.  Despite it being one of my favorite parts of this whole experience, descriptions of these moments rarely see the light of day, pushed aside in favor of accounts of big planned activities or snapshots of dramatic landscapes.

Since these little moments are some of the things that make me happy on a daily basis, it seemed like it would be an appropriate way to share some pics from Chiang Mai.  I’m still lamenting the fact that I never could whip my camera out fast enough to capture the ubiquitous entire-family-on-a-motorbike, sometimes four or five deep, or the pickup truck filled with fruit or fabric to a height of two or three times the height of the truck.  I’ll keep trying!  Since many of these are stolen shots, they won’t be winning any awards for photography, but hopefully they’ll do 🙂 .

Adam enjoying a traditional Thai breakfast of spicy fishball noodle soup--fishballs are similar to meatballs, but made with white fish.  The texture can take a little getting used to, but the soup overall is so delish.

Adam enjoying a traditional Thai breakfast of spicy fishball noodle soup--fishballs are similar to meatballs, but made with white fish. Yup, that's right, for breakfast.

Monk on a cell phone

Monk on a cell phone

Not, as it appears, a motorbike dealership, but in fact the street outside of a school.  Possibly a junior high.  Driving age of eighteen, my hiney, Lonely Planet--I have seen kids on motorbikes that couldn't have been older than 13.  For reals.

Not, as it appears, a motorbike dealership, but in fact the street outside of a school. Possibly a junior high. Driving age of eighteen, my hiney, Lonely Planet--I have seen kids on motorbikes that couldn't have been older than 13. For reals.

Adam had just made his selections from the smorgasbord of deep fried bugs right behind him.

Adam had just made his selections from the smorgasbord of deep fried bugs right behind him.

Showing off the size of his grasshopper.  heh.

Showing off the size of his grasshopper. heh.

hurgh.

hurgh.

Doing the deed.  No, you will not see a similar photo of me.

Doing the deed. No, you will not see a similar photo of me.

Mmmmm.  Crunchy fried grasshopper.

Mmmmm. Crunchy fried grasshopper.

Wat Chedi Luang

Wat Chedi Luang

pretteh

pretteh

Wat Chedi Luang, decorated for the funeral of the regional chief monk.  You should have seen the crowds that turned out later in the week.  I think everyone in northern Thailand attended that funeral.

Wat Chedi Luang, decorated for the funeral of the regional chief monk. You should have seen the crowds that turned out later in the week. I think everyone in northern Thailand attended that funeral.

The ruined chedi at Wat Chedi Luang.  This stupa was constructed in the fourteenth century, collapsed in 1545 and was just recently restored in the mid-1990s.  Wrap your mind around those dates.

The ruined chedi at Wat Chedi Luang. This stupa was constructed in the fourteenth century, collapsed in 1545 and was just recently restored in the mid-1990s. Wrap your mind around those dates.

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On another topic entirely, I’d love some feedback, if anyone feels like weighing in.  Anything that you’d love to see more of  here at TheWanderYear?  Anything that makes you want to smack us?  I’d love to hear your thoughts, even they consist of “post more often, lazies!” or “sometimes your font is stupid”  (you may have too much time on your hands in that case, but I’m open to all criticisms).  We’re still new at this, and as much as we’re doing this to have a record of this trip for ourselves, we also want it to be fun for people who take time to come here and read it.  And lest you think your comments will not be taken to heart, we have finally taken the advice of our very wise friend Dave B. and started resizing our photos, so they’re no longer so mammoth and should take less time to load.  Thanks Dave!

~Meg

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Our humble abode

Our humble abode

Full Disclosure: I haven’t been able to listen to the song “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” without getting misty eyed.  (OK, full disclosure: I haven’t actually made it all the way through the song, yet. I have to turn it off before the description “misty-eyed” is replaced by “blubbering mess.”)  We knew before we left on this trip that being away for the holiday season was going to be tough.  So we decided that we would choose a place to call home for the holidays–a place we could unpack our bags, get to know the neighborhood, find favorite restaurants, basically just get comfortable.

We have now been in Buenos Aires for three days, and we couldn’t be more excited about our decision. We are staying in a studio apartment in San Telmo, one of the few barrios in the city that still features a significant amount of colonial architecture. This gives the neighborhood a much more old-world feel than many other parts of the city.

Lucky for us, the inside of our apartment doesn’t continue the old-world vibe–it has a full wall of sliding glass doors that open out on to a balcony and another full wall of exposed brick, giving it a modern feel. Even more exciting for us, it has a kitchen! A kitchen that doesn’t have anyone else’s food or dirty dishes in it! A kitchen we don’t have to share with any other backpackers! A full. sized. refrigerator. One that we can put our groceries in and not have to label or hope that someone else doesn’t eat them. This is our new definition of luxury 🙂

Adam, hard at work

Adam, hard at work

Adam is back in his element and we’re having a great time experimenting with the local dishes. Behold, our attempt at empanadas (savory pastries), an Argentinian specialty:

homemade-empanadas-2

Homemade Empanadas

More Empanadas

More Empanadas

I promise we’ve actually done more interesting things than unpack and cook, though.  We had a wonderful day on Saturday with a new friend who was just fantastic–she showed us around the town, we drank entirely too much delicious wine and ate entirely too much delicious food, had lots of laughs and learned some solidly offensive insults in Castellano (Espanol to everyone but the Argentines).  It was a great day and an amazing start to our time in Buenos Aires.

Tomorrow morning we begin Spanish lessons, so hopefully within the next few weeks, we should be able to communicate beyond our recently-acquire ability to say very unkind things about your mom.  🙂

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