Saturday, July 31, 2010
Danish Bites and Coming Home
Our section of town in the U.S. reminds me of a kindergarten community playmat. Here is the fire station and right next to it is the library, then the grocery store and the bakery on the next block. It's heaven to be able to walk most everywhere.
And walk we did, nearly every morning, to the neighborhood bakery in search of the Sojo's favorite treat, the danish bite. Small and yummy, it's the perfect size to be consumed on the walk back home. The last few days, we had to get two a day just because we knew we wouldn't get them for a while.
My favorite part of the danish bite summer obsession was the spontaneous art project on a random piece of wood one afternoon that Sojo named "Danish Bite." See the little red swoop of paint? That's the yumminess.
After a long plane ride, we are home in Bangkok, back among the palm trees and frangiapani. A certain someone was thrilled to be back in her purple dinosaur costume riding her scooter. Her parents were thrilled to be back in the land of amazing and affordable massages and had one less than 12 hours after arrival. Now that's a homecoming.