A Field Trip to Siem Reap!

Hi there! It’s been a while since I’ve blogged or put up pictures, but it’s been a little busy on here! Maggie and I just got back from our outing to Siem Reap with the second year girls. Our trip with the second years was awesome! The girls have been raising money all year and have been working really hard so they could go. While I’d already been once before with the other SLM volunteers last month during Khmer New Year, (you can read all about that adventure on Maggie’s blog), for some of the girls, it was their first time, so going with the girls was very special. Siem Reap is an 8 hour drive from Phnom Penh on a good day, so the bus ride was really interesting. There was a karaoke session and lots of debate on who was innocent in the Thai tv show we were watching, but we reached Siem Reap in no time! Now, Ankor Wat is beautiful and it's one thing to go by yourself and experience it, but it was even cooler to see it again with the girls. The girls were very proud of the Khmer heritage and were in awe at the great amounts of detail through the temples. I asked the girls how they felt knowing that their ancestors helped make this and they every single girls smiled and talked about how proud they were.

Performances at the cultural village

We first took a trip to the cultural village, which included artifacts, wax statues, and different performances from Cambodia. It was pretty cool and I loved it! The students really seemed to enjoy it too! It was interesting to not only see a history of Cambodia, but also the different cultures that influence Khmer culture. One of our students was even selected to perform with the dancers as a peacock! She looked adorable in her little peacock dress!  Our second day was spent at Angkor Wat, which was probably my favorite part of the whole trip. The morning started off super hot (nothing new), but none of us cared and we carried on all bundled up under scarves and straw hats, Maggie and I bathed in sunscreen, however that was all unnecessary because by the afternoon, it was pouring! Most of us got caught in the rain, but even that was a cool experience. Watching the rain from the inside of the temples was also pretty amazing! Even though we were all soaking wet, we made the best of it and had an awesome time. On our third day, we went to see this really awesome waterfall and of course the girls had to go swimming! We came back to Phnom Penh that Sunday, and I think we were all pretty beat. Monday was totally a rough one. 

Attempted group photo post rain! 

The second years took their final exams this week and then start their internships at the beginning of June. It's crazy to see how far they've come and that their internships are actually starting! The girls have internships all over the place, from airlines, to the US embassy, to the Don Bosco Children's Fund! I'm so excited to hear all about their experiences! I know I won't get to see them everyday, but I'm looking forward to talking about everything with them when I do! Maggie and I have already started the lengthy process of grading the finals. I'm not sure why I haven't asked for a TA sooner? Meanwhile, my first years are making their way through Charlotte’s Web, and while I’m not sure how interested they are, they’re making a lot of progress in reading and pronunciation. For some reason, they haven't really fallen in love with Wilbur yet, but hopefully all in due time? Maybe we’ll watch the movie after. If anything, I'm sure I'll have their attention then! 

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What You Give to the World is What it Keeps of You

Maggie and I have been a bit busy these past few weeks. We've hosted a speech competition for the first years and a debate for the second years, both went extremely well if I do say so myself! We went to our first Khmer wedding in our Khmer dresses. We heard classical American music from the Chicago Trio and Friends group as they made their way through Cambodia.  We went to the home of another teacher where we played a very intense game of Uno with brothers and volunteers from Kenya, Pakistan, France and India. We went with the other teachers to the beach and up a mountain where we saw this HUGE Buddhist statue to Yeay Mao (Grandmother Mao) who protects the sea and forrest. We've been running around all over the place, but it's all been so much fun! For more details, check out Maggie's blog!

One thing that I really love, but haven't gotten to do much of, is to go to oratory with our girls. Our students go out into the provinces and teach school kids how to improve their English. The girls split up into several groups, some big and some small, and go out every Sunday morning. They aren't required to do this and most sign up because they want to, but at the beginning of the year they were struggling to have students sign up. Sister Blanchi, who is in charge of the oratory group, asked us to speak to the girls why their help is so important. I used a line from a Noah and the Whale song, Give a Little Love. I shared the line, "What your give to the world is what it keeps of you." I explained to them how when we die, we don't get to keep anything. Maybe that's a bit morbid, but follow me; if we share what we have learned and give back to the world by teaching it to others, that is what the world keeps us because it continues on. I told my students that the education you learn now, can shared with others and help other students be successful too. Maybe by that point I was preaching to the choir, but most of my first and second year students do participate in oratory!

On the way to the provinces, breakfast in hand! 

One of the girls confessed to me last week that initially she wasn't sure she could do oratory.  She, along with many other students, were nervous to be teachers, which was a feeling I could totally relate to. Most of the girls in my class know that I am a social worker by profession, and not a teacher, but that I want the girls to be successful, so I try to teach them as best I can. This girl shared with me that when she gets nervous to teach, she thinks
about Maggie and I. She knows we aren't professional English teachers, but that we care about our students and that that is enough. Can we talk about how my heart basically melted? I almost cried as she shared her little secret with me. It didn't really occur to me how they were also nervous to teach, or that they looked up to us like that. I'm glad that even in ways we weren't expecting, Maggie and I can be good examples for our girls.

Haha that smirk got me all morning!

Soccer meets Keep Away!

My students with their students!

So last Sunday, Maggie and I went to Kandal Province, 30 minutes outside of the city, to help our students with oratory. Don Bosco used oratory to teach his students, but also to play with the students and teach them about God. It was so awesome to see them teach their own students how to use has/have. They play soccer with the students after they give the lesson and they really get to know their students. I stayed with my girls who teach a class of 15 year olds for the first half- a class of almost all boys, and they're quite the handful. I wandered around to see what the other groups were doing. Most were continuing with their English lessons, but the group with the 7 year olds stopped to take a singing break. You read that correctly, a singing break. I walked into a group of 20 something 7 year olds passionately belting songs in Khmer. I asked my second year student why they were singing and she said, "They looked tired. We thought having them sing might wake them up more!" I thought it was a perfect response because my classes frequently do "Tr. Amanda Yoga" and The Chicken Dance when they start to look too tired. I loved that the kids were singing different songs, even though I didn't understand any of them, so I decided to share one with them. I sang a line from a Khmer pop song, Knhom Mis Sok Che Te which everyone in Cambodia knows because it's only two lines, though I've only mastered the first. I then had them do Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes, which they loved because everyone loves a good action song!

  I love going to oratory with the girls because they make me so proud, sharing their education with others! I know that teaching English is a small action on a bigger scale, but it's really cool to see how it already has an impact on the future of Cambodia! 

I Did Things in January & February, Sorry I Can't Come up With a Better Title

This last blog post has been a difficult one to write. There are lots of things that have happened since Christmas that I could talk about, but I wasn’t sure which one I wanted  to focus on. I was finding it really hard to talk about about one thing, so here are a bunch of things that have happened!

All of the Don Bosco schools in Cambodia got together in Phnom Penh to celebrate. This is when we had our volleyball competition that we’d been training for. Our secretary girls didn’t win, but our Laura girls did and they were over the moon excited! Princes Norodom Arunresmy even stopped by and talked about how she loved the Don Bosco mission and all the wonderful work Don Bosco was doing for the youth of Cambodia. She was even impressed with the amount of international volunteers that Don Bosco has (from the Philippines, Germany, Australia, Spain, and the USA) and how much of a passion we have for working with children and young adults. While she was talking about the international volunteers, I took a moment to wave to her, and she totally waved back and said hello mid speech! I will admit I fangirled pretty hard, but I’m disappointed in myself that I did not wave to her as I had been instructed to in The Princess Diaries- thank you for being here today. Anyways, the bicentenary was a huge success and we had a blast! It was so great to see the Don Bosco community get together and hang out like one big family reunion. I think Don Bosco would have been really proud of the Salesian spirit in Cambodia! 

The school was also visited by the blood bank and they were really looking for donors who could help out.  Maggie and I weren’t sure what the protocol was on whether or not we could give blood, but then we decided, why not? We didn’t have many donations, because the girls were either underweight or nervous, but a lot of them tried, and that counts, right? A few of them gave me tough girl faces (left) and others couldn't even keep a straight face if they tried (right), but the whole morning went smoothly. Everything was really safe, and I’m so proud of my girls who could donate for doing so! They're such troopers. Countries like Cambodia really need as many blood donations as possible and Maggie and I were excited to be giving back in a different way! Maggie donated blood in 3 minutes! That has to be a record somewhere, right?

Cake on cake on cake! Yum! 

I also celebrated my 23rd birthday this past weekend and everyone was really sweet. My students totally surprised me Friday; I did’t know they were so sneaky! I don’t have my second year students on Fridays so I’m usually free in the morning, which is really nice! I was working on my lesson plans when one of my second year students dropped by the office and asked me to come upstairs. I tried asking what for, but she told me just to follow her anyways, so of course, I do. I get upstairs and five girls shove their undone homework and tell me they don’t know how to do it. I’m not going to say this happens often, but it’s typical for one or two to tell me they don’t know what to do, not my whole class! I was a little irked because I thought it was relatively easy homework. As I’m trying to wind down, they pointed me towards the board where they’d written “Happy Birthday Tr. Amanda!” and presented me with a cake and a very loud happy birthday song! I couldn’t believe they’d gotten me! Their other class was starting soon, so pictures and cake sharing happened after lunch, but I loved every minute of it!

Of course, my first years wouldn’t be outdone! Two of my first years asked me to play volleyball with them after school, so of course I said yes, but I did think it was odd. We’re actually done with “volleyball season” (I say that loosely, I think it’s always volleyball season in Cambodia), and neither of those girls particularly like sports, but of course, Maggie and I were happy to play. After school we found a flat volleyball so we ended up playing basketball and showing the girls how to pass the ball properly. I’d honestly thought they’d be up to something, but after 30 minutes of basketball passing, I realized they just wanted to play and that’s cool too. Just as I was letting go of my suspicions, one of the girls turned me around to look at the plane in the sky. There was no plane. The next thing I hear is the striking of a match and the girls yelling “NOOOOO!” An odd concern that my hair might catch on fire passed through my mind, but soon they were all laughing and told me to turn around, only to present me with another cake. They sang happy birthday to me and we shared cake in front of Mama Mary. It was the sweetest day!!!

I woke up with flowers at my door from “ur angles,” which I later learned were from the Laura girls. They woke up extra early to make me flowers and even sprayed them with perfume. The sisters greeted me at breakfast with warm wishes and a parade of hugs, which was sweet. I spent the day with time at the gym, playing Banana Grams, and watching Downton Abbey with Maggie- we’re mostly caught up, but no spoilers please! I went out for Mexican food, which was a comfort. The jalapeño margarita and queso were a success! Actually, my birthday in Cambodia was a total win!


So, as you can see, it’s been a busy month and a half, and the time is just flying by. The girls are busy working on different things, like a speech competition for the first years, and a debate for my second years! I’m super pumped for all our events at the end of this month! There are so many cool things that we’re getting ready for and I’m proud of all hard work and effort the girls are putting into these projects! Oh, and in case you haven't heard, Maggie and I are going to a wedding in March, and we're going in tradition Khmer dress! We went for our fabric a few weeks ago and the dresses are at the tailor. We are beyond excited! Fashion show, fashion show, fashion show at lunch! Well, not at lunch, but when we get our dresses, we'll make it known.

Cambodian Christmas

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I hope you and your family had a wonderful holiday! I sure did! I will admit that I thought Christmas would be the hardest day. That I would miss my family and spend half the day crying. While I did miss my family, I did not shed a tear! I had an awesome Christmas, which I will get to, but first, the Christmas Bazaar!

So our Christmas Bazaar was awesome! I’d never been to a Christmas Bazaar, but you can think of it as more of a church picnic. That’s what it reminded me of at least. There were all kinds of games, foods, and performances, and I had a blast! My girls performed in the morning and they looked adorable. I helped do their hair and makeup, granted they needed very little help. Look how beautiful they are! 

 I am such a dance mom!

The girls set up all kinds of food stands for people which was also pretty eventful. As you may have seen on Instagram/ Facebook, I tried balut for the first time, which is boiled duck embryo. I was super hesitant to try it, but it wasn’t that bad and I might actually eat it again

You really just have to get over the feathers.

There were all kinds of games to try (even though I wasn’t very good) but my favorite was the Minute to Win It games. I was actually kind of good at this, which even surprised me! I had so much fun playing the games and I’m so glad the Laura Girls and Sr. Dory set the whole thing up. It was the perfect kind of game for so many people, though no one got past round 8. 

There was another game where the girls would trick you into being locked in jail. I’m still not sure how this game works, or how Maggie and I ended up in jail at the same time, but that happened. Here are our mug shots. 

I called for help and somehow Maggie ended up in jail with me!

Secretaries and teachers had a blast dancing and singing all afternoon! 

The girls had class on Monday where we exchanged gifts and they were out the rest of the week. The teachers had their own little Christmas party which was pretty fun. We got to dance, have lunch and joke around. Santa made an appearance and gave out candy and our dance party also included a bit of karaoke, because why not? Seeing everyone loosen up and be silly was nice!

Before I knew it, Christmas Eve had arrived. We attended a very large outdoor mass and shared desserts with the Sisters when we came back. It was nice to sit around the table with the Sisters and exchange gifts. We gave them the sweetest coffee mugs with their names on them and I think they really loved them. The Sisters gave us these beautiful Angkor Wat purses and necessities. Even though it wasn’t the Christmas Eve I was always used to, it was really sweet to be around so many lovely people. 

I called my family on Christmas Day, which I expected to elicit tears, but it was an awesome FaceTime! Of course we missed each other, but we had a nice time catching up! Maggie and I spent the day getting ready for the Christmas party which we were hosting. We were excited to see the Sisters from Tuk Thala and to spend Christmas with Clare and Sarah. We had mass, prayer and dinner and a talent show after! It was awesome to hear Christmas carols in 9 different languages and that was by far my favorite part of the evening. It was a beautiful part of my Christmas in Cambodia!

Maggie, Sarah, Clare and I planned a quick trip to the Strung Leoung Province in the northern part of Cambodia for a nature tour and to do some hiking and I was really excited (which is kind of a surprise if you know me, I generally don’t care to go hiking). The bus trip was supposed to be 7-8 hours which was better than the 12 hours I had told myself. I slept most of the way and read a few books, but I was getting a little restless. When we stopped in a city called Kratie, another 2 hours away from our destination, I thought I was going to lose it. We stopped by the river to drop off and pick up more passengers, but the river looked so perfect I was ready to leap of the bus. Still, I waited it out and we were back on the road. We had probably been driving for twenty minutes when we heard the bus hold its horn down and come to a screeching halt. 

We’d just hit a kid on a moto.

Luckily the guy behind me was an ICU nurse from Germany, who jumped off the bus and ran to check on the kid. I saw our driver running off, and for a second thought he was going for help, but quickly realized when he darted off into the field he was most likely not coming back. *Note: I asked my girls if this was typical behavior, to which they responded yes. Run. If people saw you, they may try to beat or kill you.* The boy had some scratches on his back and a huge crack in his helmet, but was mostly shaken up. Our ICU nurse said he’d be fine, and the people who live nearby started taking care of him and tried to soothe him. We stood for a bit trying to figure out what to do next. Here we are in the middle of no where, the four of us, no (working) phone, no bus driver. We decided to grab our bags and walk back to Kratie. The ICU nurse, Max, joined us and we talked briefly before catching a van that just so happened to be going to Strung Leoung.

You know those major rules you learn growing up? 

1. Don’t talk to strangers.
2. Don’t get into vehicles with people you don’t know.

Yeah, you can disregard all those.

We reached Strung Leoung, found our hotel and had dinner with Max, who decided to come with us to Ban Loung, where we’d be doing our nature tour. The next morning, we picked up Ben a guy from the U.K., who, like Max, was also doing a tour through Asia. The 6 of us spent the day finding waterfalls, meeting an elephant, and seeing this beautiful volcanic lake. We had an awesome day! Ben decided to stay in Ban Loung, but Max came back to Strung Loeung and had dinner with us once again. We all had a great time talking and got some good advice from a guy wandering through Asia:

“Don’t be afraid to live a little. Life starts once you go outside your comfort zone.”

Granted this life advice came when I was being peer pressured into drinking some mysterious tea punch thing, but I knew what he meant, and he’s totally right. It’s good for us to be uncomfortable sometimes. If you get too comfortable, you stop growing, and while I’ve kinda gotten better at this teacher thing, the girls are constantly keeping me on my toes! Even though we ended up meeting these guys under very odd circumstances, they made our little adventure all the more awesome. Ben and Max, if you ever read this, thanks for spending the day with us! 

Group picture in front of the most beautiful lake ever! 

Planning New Year's Eve music!

Everyone in Cambodia, or rather everyone I know/ all my students, refer to New Year’s Eve as “The Countdown.”  I linked the Europe song "The Final Countdown" here for you. You're welcome.
It sounds really serious, but really everyone goes down to the river to watch fireworks or has rooftop parties. Maggie and I helped plan the rooftop prayer party with American and Khmer hits from 2014. There were balloons and sparklers and sleepy unsuspecting first year students, as they were unaware of this tradition. We might have been a minute off on our countdown, but we had so much fun! There was dancing and singing and snacking. The girls would walk around telling each other happy new year and then force feed each other crackers. I assumed this was some Khmer tradition. No, my girls are just goofballs and this is why I love them.

This is how I started 2015, and I loved every minute of it. Dancing on a roof in Cambodia with the best girls I know. Of course, Maggie and I fell back into teacher mode very quickly. The girls just finished their semester exams, which they were working super hard on. The girls had 8 exams in 2 days! I’m starting to have them read children's books and we’re reading The Princess Diaries as a class, and when we finish, we’ll get to watch the movie! I think I might be a little more excited about the movie part than they are, but I’m sure they’ll like it.

This is the first year that I haven’t planned typical/ridiculous/ unattainable New Year’s resolutions. They typically look something like this:

1. Study harder
2. Be healthier
3. Stop biting my nails
4. Win Nobel Peace Prize
5. Learn to play the mandolin
6. Live in a tiny house

This year, I have only 2 resolutions. Have more patience and be more present. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog consistently (thanks for being so sweet), you’ll notice that’s kind of been a reoccurring theme. I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before, and I wouldn’t consider myself an impatient person, however there is always room for improvement. Today was a little rough and my patience was definitely being tested with girls falling asleep left and right in class, but I kept my cool and I might have found a solution. I also want to work on being more present. I realized last week that my time here will end before I know it. These next few months will fly by if I don’t pay attention to the here and now. Do I know what’s in store for me next? No, but all that matters to me now are the girls and their success; working on getting them prepared for their future. I constantly think of how grateful I am that I can play even the smallest role in their lives. They’ll always be my girls… even if they do fall asleep in class. 

Memory and Justice

Maggie and I quickly learned that every Cambodian celebration starts with a traditional Khmer dance. Young ladies adorned in bright colors, gold headpieces, and jasmine flowers welcome the beginning of the celebration, whatever it may be. From ordinations of priests to openings of schools, there is always a beautiful Khmer dance to start you off. The girls move slowly in the most beautiful fluid motions, and dance in perfect harmony with the traditional Khmer music. The whole thing is beautiful and I doubt I will ever grow tired of it. I think it’s a wonderful way to preserve tradition, which is something that Cambodia really needs. I know it's been a while since I've written anything, but this blog post was a little harder to write.

December 10th is International Human Rights Day, which was a holiday for our school, as well as Clare and Sarah’s. The Sisters from Teuk Thala suggested Clare and Sarah go to the Tuol Sleng Genocide museum, and suggested Maggie and I go as well. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting at the museum and it’s still hard to describe. I’d been to the Holocaust Museum in Houston when I was in grade school, but this was going to be different. 

A billboard of the children who survived Tuol Sleng.

Tuol Sleng is 1 of the 150 execution centers the Khmer Rouge used from 1975-1979. What had once been a beautiful school was turned into a mass detention center in the middle of the city. The area around Tuol Sleng has been rebuilt with tall apartments and small markets surrounding the area. You’d almost miss the entire area completely if you weren’t paying attention, but it is in this area that time stands still. While the area around the school is full of life and loud, it is here at Tuol Sleng that things are quiet, as if there were a sound barrier around the area. As you enter Tuol Sleng, you can almost imagine how beautiful the school must have been and that the students must have loved it. Maybe I was just trying to imagine some good coming from this area, telling myself at one point in it’s history, people were receiving an education. This was the only reassurance of something good coming from this piece of land. 

Barbed wire to discourage captives from suicide.

The four main buildings which were once used to hold victims in mass and for individual interrogations now showcase photographs, instruments of torture, and prisoner cells. The second and third floors of are covered in barbed wire to keep people from committing suicide and remain on each of the buildings. The Khmer Rouge kept a very detailed report of every person who was at Tuol Sleng, which included a photograph, however these got separated from their original files and the photographs today remain without a name. The photos feature men and women who were prisoners, but also include members of the Khmer Rouge, whom our tour guide also referred to as victims, as Pol Pot, the leader of the Khmer Rouge, frequently turned on the very people who worked for him. The methods they used to torture people are on display, from electric shock to water boarding and every other form of torture one could imagine. The Khmer Rouge only spared people that they thought were useful. Mechanics, artists, and carpenters were spared, as the Khmer Rouge could use their talents to honor Pol Pot or help the Khmer Rouge as a whole. Doctors, dancers, educators, monks, government officials, students or anyone that the Khmer Rouge saw as a threat were taken as prisoners.  An estimated 17,000 men, women, and children died at Tuol Sleng. One of the most heart wrenching pictures is that of a woman holding a small infant during her portrait. We later learned that she was separated from her child after that photo and taken into a mass holding cell, while her child was killed later that night. The photos of the children were the hardest to look at. Their innocent faces filled with fear. They didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this.

There are only 12 known survivors of Tuol Sleng, though only 3 are thought to still be alive. Two of them have written books about their experience and come to Tuol Sleng to talk about what they endured. I imagine it to be veery difficult to do this, and yet they do. Maybe in hopes that it will bring closure. There are some leaders who are still alive, however most have been sentenced to life in prison. Pol Pot died of natural causes in 1998. Our tour guide spoke very honestly that though they did this to their own people and that the Cambodian people want justice for all the lives lost,  sentencing the final four to death would not bring justice to the lives lost. That takes a lot of strength to say. The repercussions of the Khmer Rouge are still present today. For some of the girls, this was how their parents met; Pol Pot married off men and women to each other before sending them off to work in the fields. We talked about family trees a few weeks ago in my class and many of my girls would tell me of grandparents or aunts and uncles who were victims of the Khmer Rouge. It’s taken me a very long time to process this, and I still don’t think I’m done.  It’s taken me this long to process what I walked through in only 2 hours, but this doesn't even begin to compare to the healing process of the people who live here. The people who lived through it. The people who were victims of this terrible act against humanity.

So how did I get from the beauty of dance to the dark history of the Khmer Rouge? On December, 15th we had the inauguration of the school at Teuk Thala, which began with a traditional Khmer dance. One of my summer courses had an open topic research presentation and  I’d done a bit of research on the history of Khmer dance. Many traditional dancers died during the Khmer Rouge, but those who survived managed to find each other after the Khmer Rouge and continued dancing. I’m beginning to see dance as not only tradition, but also a form of rejoicing, as a way to overcome a painful past. As a way for a country to help heal some very recent wounds. I thought of the traditions that are important to me. Freshman year, my roommate Erika and I decided to go to mass for the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe at St. Ignatius down the road from St. Ed’s.  The procession began with traditional music and dance and the whole thing is beautiful. It’s a reminder of my Mexican heritage, which as I’ve grown older, I’ve become more proud of. This year I was really missing going to St. Ignatius with Erika, but I did enjoy a lovely mass with the Sisters and shared a very loud, "Happy Feast Day" with them at breakfast! The Christmas Bazaar was this past Sunday and we had such a good time. We've been working as a whole community for a few months now on making the Bazaar awesome and I will definitely be writing about it very soon. I had such a blast because my girls looked awesome during their dance, and I really enjoyed doing their makeup!   I really loved seeing my other students do their traditional dance too. My girls doing the traditional dance look like beautiful little princesses. They’re even doing another dance that is kind of like a courting dance. It’s actually very funny. One of my students plays a boy, but she just get so excited and into her dance, I forget that she’s supposed to be a silly boy. Her smile just lights up that stage and I’m so proud of her. I’m proud of my girls who are helping preserve the beauty and traditions of their own culture in the beauty of dance.

My beautiful second year girls in tradition Khmer clothes.

A Thanksgiving in Cambodia

As I’m typing, it is just pouring outside. It is the end of the rainy season, but yet the rain still continues, which is fine because it has been so hot lately. Maggie and I had our Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday night, which was awesome! Who knew you could get such a good burger in Cambodia? Of course, Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated in Cambodia, but it doesn’t mean Maggie and I can’t celebrate, our Thanksgiving will just look a little different. Instead of turkey and dressing, we had liver and rice and some really yummy rice pudding thing for desser! Not exactly the same, but still pretty yummy. I’ve been thinking a lot of all the things I’m thankful for, and have even made it part of my girls’ monthly exam: Tell me what you are thankful for. The word thankful did take a couple of rounds of explaining, but we got it. I think. I’ll find out this weekend when I’m grading papers.

Our Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Dinner. Mike's Burger House did not disappoint!

Our actual dinner on Thanksgiving! That peanut thing in the middle was pretty awesome!

The rice pudding with black eyed peas dessert thing was also really good!

To be honest though, the last few weeks have been a little stressful. While I’m very excited that we’ve gained 30 new students, it’s been a little difficult adding people in the middle of the semester. Students have gone from my English class to Maggie’s class and from Maggie’s to mine and I have an all new Speech class. I’m trying to figure out how much English these girls already know, as well as their names. I’m still trying to figure out what Maggie’s class has or hasn’t covered compared to my class. This whole process has made lesson planning a little difficult. As much as I love my girls, things have gotten really hectic in a very short amount of time. We’ve been working on a dance for the Christmas Bazaar that isn’t completely finished, and today we started talking about what we’re going to sell.  Even other things that have nothing to do with teaching are starting to work my nerves. The other day I left my clothes to dry and went to get them in the morning, only to find that they were still wet. The post office box wouldn’t open. I scraped my foot on the foot of a chair the other day. Maggie got sick and had to go to the doctor. It’s still hot. 

Planning what to sell for the Christmas Bazaar

It would be easy to whine about what is or isn’t going my way, but that’s not the point. I’m not here to make Cambodia adjust to me, I’m having to adjust to Cambodia. Sometimes what I think is logical or makes sense, doesn’t make sense to others, and I have to stop and reword or rewrite what I’m trying to say. This can get frustrating because we come from a very now culture. I need something now, I want things to work now. For example, when Maggie was at the doctor, I took her class and they watched Finding Nemo, but 20 minutes of class was taken up by running up and down flights of stairs frantically trying to find a laptop, trying to connect the projector to said laptop, and trying to find decent speakers. In America, I could have that done in probably under a minute, but this is not the case in Cambodia. I have to have patient. I have to realize that I’m not in control of everything, and I have to be okay with that. These are just little reminders, and I’m honestly thankful for them. They keep me grounded. Sometimes I just have to remind myself to breathe through my nose and when things get tough you’ve got to “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming! What do we do? We swim, swim.” Did I just put a finding Nemo quote in my blog? Yes, yes I did. On that note, can I change the title of my blog from Feet on Earth, Heart in Heaven to Calm Down and Learn to be Patient, Love Cambodia? 

But now let me list some people/ things I’ve been super thankful for lately:

My parents, for being the best, most amazing parents anyone could ask for. They are the most beautiful example of love I know. They are supportive of everything I do, from moving to Austin for school, to moving to Cambodia for a year to teach, they’ve never told me no, you can’t.They have always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. Thank you for being my parents. I love you so very much.

My brother, sister-in-law, and handsome faced nephew. I miss you. Christopher, thank you for all that you’re doing. I miss being around you. Come home quickly and safely please! Chelsey, thank you for sending me random texts to make me feel better, and for keeping me updated on Liam and all the cool things he’s learning to do. I love y'all! 

My friends for always being there. From sending me to Cambodia with cards to read every month that I’m gone or to simply FaceTiming me when you get the chance, I love you all. I miss you dearly. Thank you for being there. Thank you for being my friends.

To my professors and all the teachers in my life. This is by far not as easy as it looks. Thank you for being good teachers. Thank you for caring.

To Maggie, who puts up with me on the daily. Although, the more we’re around each other, the more we learn how alike we are, so in that case, thank you Adam for sending me to Cambodia with myself. Really though, thank you for processing as much as I do, for laughing with me, and for sharing this experience with me. 

Finally, I’m thankful to God for this beautiful experience. Even when I don’t understand it. Even when I cry. Even when I get frustrated, thank you for letting me get frustrated.Thank you for being ever present and giving me some kind of reassurance by the end of the day, even if it’s just a moment of silence. Thank you for letting me be a small part in these girls’ lives. I love them so much. I’m so proud of them already.

My dance group. I haven't figured out yet how to get them to this end pose, but I'm working on it!

So that’s been my Thanksgiving in Cambodia! Hope you’ve had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Eat some leftovers for me!

Being Present/ A Sunburn in November

Have I mentioned that Cambodia has a holiday all the time? Maggie and I have been here since October and we haven’t technically worked a full week yet. This week was the Water Festival, which is a three day long event that marks the end of the rainy season and the reversal of the Tonle Sap River.  The whole thing is a really huge celebration along the river and people from all over Cambodia come to the capitol to compete in boat races. There is also special food served, called ungbok, which is made of bananas and coarse rice, and is only available during the Water Festival. The girls had school Monday and Tuesday and were off from Wednesday to the following Monday( Nov. 5-10). Every afternoon, the Cambodian flag is taken down the pole as the girls say the pledge to Cambodia. After this, they clean their assigned area of the school and head home. As the girls headed home for their week long vacation, I realized how much I was going to miss them. They all hugged me bye, and I told them to have a wonderful time, but I realized that July is going to be really hard when we say our goodbyes.

Water Festival officially started on Wednesday, but instead, Maggie, Kimmy, Sarah and I attended a Salesian spirituality day. It was wonderful to meet Salesians from other provinces in Cambodia. Some travelled 6 hours to get to Phnom Penh to catch up with everyone. We got to meet the other volunteers at the other Salesian schools that are not with the SLM program. They come from Australia and Germany and seem to love their work, just as much as we do! We all got together and did  ice breakers which included the Cha Cha Slide and the Australian classic “Peel the Banana.” The day started with a prayer to Don Bosoco to help guide us and a blessing dance from some small angels! It was adorable!  It was wonderful to hang out with our Salesian family in Cambodia. One of the key themes for our spirituality day is that God will provide. We had a visiting Salesian priest from the Philippines, who took the time to tell us his story, on how he became a priest, and his beautiful story of starting a school in the Philippines with a little help from the community and the grace of God.

Salesian Spirituality Day!

While we had a lot of fun with out Salesian family, Maggie, Kimmy, Sarah and I were excited to experience the Water Festival.  We went with some of the girls who stayed at the school during the holiday, so it was nice to experience the Water Festival with locals. People come from all over the country to do these awesome boat races. I loved the matching uniforms each team had; some even had sparkles and glitter, which made me smile. There were so many people and so many colors and these long rowing boats that made Maggie and I question how they got to the city all in one piece. It was an awesome sight! There was a light show at the end of the evening and fireworks at night. The whole night was gorgeous and we had such a great time being with everyone 

All the colors and sequins! It was awesome!

The crowds get pretty packed for the Water Festival! 

Fireworks to end our Water Festival adventure!

So while the Water Festival is a three day long event, it’s the same thing every day: Boat races, street food, fireworks. Now, I love all of those things, (minus street food, I haven’t tried it, but I just feel like that would be a poor life choice for me) but I don’t really care for large crowds. Maggie, Kimmy, Sarah and I decided it would be a nice weekend to go to the beach in Sihanoukville, which is only a few hours away. The sisters also agreed and made plans to go as a mini vacation of their own! We left on Friday and the sisters left on Saturday, and we decided it would be easiest to drive back to Phnom Penh together on Sunday. I booked hotels for the weekend and we were set! Now the beaches in Cambodia are pretty much the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, and as you can imagine, hotels by the beach can be pretty expensive, but Maggie and I found two great rooms that were only $15 a person. It wasn’t air conditioned, but is anything in Cambodia? Not really. 

Sunsets on the beach in Sihanoukville!

Our bus left at 10 am and the entire drive took about 4 and a half hours, which wasn’t too bad, considering the holiday traffic. When we arrived, it was pouring rain, and I was a little nervous that we’d booked during a poor weekend, but sure enough the rain stopped shortly after. We got to our hotel with no trouble, only to discover it was a minute walk from the beach. Restaurants line the sidewalk, then sand, then surf, so you can enjoy the beach view from your restaurant. The first night we walked around a bit, had dinner, and took a few pictures. We were getting a feel for what was going on at the beach and had our eyes set on something fun to do for Saturday. Sure enough, we found this really cool snorkeling package. The trip offered a boat ride to 3 of the islands just off the coast in the Gulf of Thailand, snorkeling, and lunch for a grand total of $15. It was practically a steal, so the girls and I jumped at the chance for it! It wasn’t until Saturday morning that we found out that Kimmy gets a little seasick. We were frantically looking for dramamine, but couldn’t find any and went on the boat just hoping for the best. I am happy  to say that Kimmy managed just fine without any dramamine! I am so proud of her for being such a trooper! We stopped at the first island and were free to swim and check out the coral reef. We started talking with a lot of cool people, like this couple from London who told us how much they loved Cambodia and tried to come here as often as they could. Snorkeling was amazing! Looking at the coral and watching all the little fish was the coolest thing! Jumping off the boat was fun, and  we loved watching this group of French travelers do dives. On our way to our second island, I looked at the amazing set of people in front of me. Families, friends, lovers, missionaries; people coming together to admire the natural beauty of Cambodia. It made me happy. Our second island had beach volleyball and this was our stop for lunch. Everyone got to relax and lay out on the beach- this may or may not have been where I got sunburned, but oh well! The girls and I took lots of pictures and drew in the sand and we all just had a nice time. We also talked to this guy and his friend who were in the military, but coming back to Cambodia for the first time. They were both born in Cambodia, but grew up in the States post Khmer Rouge. One had come back to Cambodia before, but this was the first time coming back for the other and he couldn't believe how much it had changed. It was interesting to meet them and hear about their experience coming to a place that had once been their home.

The girls and I in the gulf! 

On our final island, I will admit that I was getting really tired. We’d spent all day in the sun and I was totally burned, but once I was in the water, I realized how special this experience was. I typically hate being outside, but I was surrounded by such beauty that I felt at peace, which is a rarity. I'd distanced myself a bit from the boat and was floating by myself in the water just thinking about where I was. I’m floating in the Gulf of Thailand right now. Floating there, I decided to thank God for this moment, but also for bringing me to Cambodia in the first place. To teach the girls that I have come to love so quickly, to introducing me to all the wonderful people here, to giving me this opportunity in the first place. I took a while to just float and thank God for everything, it was the least I could do. I felt very present, and I love those moments.

Then I got stung my a jellyfish. 

Well it wasn’t really a jellyfish. It was a school of little stinger things that I spent the next hour picking out of my clothes. I’m still not sure what it was, but they kinda hurt and they irritated me. I know that. 

By this point I was completed burned on my back, the girls and I were wiped out, and I wanted a shower. As we sailed back to shore, Sarah asked us, after knowing the girls for a month now, what was something we hoped they’d learned from us. Maggie and I had similar answers; how much we care about them, how we want them to know they are capable of anything, and that they know their self worth. Oh, and of course I want them to learn English. We made it back to the hotel and found “Tex-Mex” food up the road, which Kimmy had never had, so we had to go. I had salsa for the first time in a month and a half, which wasn’t too bad. Kimmy experienced tacos for the first time and even though I told her to just eat them with her hands, she continued to use a fork and knife, which was adorable. Even though it wasn’t actual Tex-Mex, it was better than I thought it would be. We walked along the beach again and found a place that served ice cream, so we sat and talked and watched people light lanterns and fireworks into the sky.

While it pained me to watch Kimmy eat her tacos with a fork and knife, I still let her do it cause I love her or something. 

We had mass at St. Michael’s, one of the two surviving Catholic churches in Cambodia. I will definitely talk about it later in another post, but it was beautiful. Very quaint and hidden, it’s actually a gem. We had breakfast, walked on the beach one last time, and met with the sisters to head back home. What had been a 4 and a half our drive for us was cut by an hour for our driver, making it a little hard to sleep, but we arrived in Phnom Penh before we knew it. It felt nice to be home, but then I remembered I had grading to do. I still do. That’s kind of my life right now, grading, but it’s totally worth it. The girls who board here came back Monday night and greeted me with an attack of hugs. The attack of hugs makes grading every paper worth it. 

From Texas to Cambodia!